I’ve got the creeping crud. I can feel its tug on me: in my throat, in my nose, in my ears, on my tongue, behind my eyes. I feel gross. Not sick, just gross. I don’t have a cough, or a runny nose, but I can feel the mucus accumulating, beginning to gum up the works. Last night I took a half-dose of Nyquil that was on hand, and this morning I woke up worse than I was yesterday. Never a good sign.

In the meantime, I’ve gotten lots of almost-work done on Escape from White Cliff. When I realized I was nearly finished with my current handwritten notebook, I decided to dedicate the first exty pages to covering all the encounter clusters and their respective elements (creatures, hazards, and environments), even if I hadn’t finished them. At least so I could get them on paper, y’know?

Anyway, still working on that — it helped that I’d already done most of the work in a rough, rough draft form, and I’m copying over a lot of stuff. Once I’ve got everything in a linear-sort of structure, I’ll go ahead and fill in more details. Mostly it’s just a “get everything on paper so there’s something on paper at all” sort of thing. So frazzled. Also thinking about Chapter 22 of Rumors of War. Going to need something for Monday…