I’ve doubled up on the Vitamin C and been sucking the life out of zinc lozenge after zinc lozenge, to the point where I believe I may no longer be all man: I am part mineral. We will see if it does me any good. Tonight will be the deciding night, the night where the tickle and drip will keep me from sleeping or I’ll wake after 8 solid hours, free of a cold. I have Friday off, so I’d really like to not be sick until at least then. Please, germs: comply.

The daily grind in November has been much less stressful, and I think (hope) that I’m getting better work as a result. I’m less bothered by the poor poems that I’ve turned in, and less inclined to torture myself for an idea. Last night, I simply opened Miroslav Holub’s Supposed to Fly every time I got stuck and looked for a word to use next. The right word appeared immediately the first few times, and then less often, and it was then that I knew the mind had taken some ownership of what the fingers were sending onto the screen. I merely had to question what that ownership was, and why it had been taken. I was not totally satisfied with the answer, but I believe I will find it more fully in revision.

For those keeping score at home:
Nov 1 – Flu Shot
Nov 2 – Idiot Plot
Nov 3 – A History of Deaths in the Colony, Complete to 1656
Nov 4 – Daylight Savings Time
Nov 5 – Birds in the Colony
Nov 6 – People Skills
Nov 7 – Endodontics
Nov 8 – How We Came Upon the Colony
Nov 9 – Spitting Images
Nov 10 – Natural Law Firm
Nov 11 – Teenage Girl in Supermarket Freezer
Nov 12 – Facts About Early America
Nov 13 – Taxidermy and Living Things