Who Do You Think You Are?
What does it mean when you make yourself vulnerable to the world, put your creation out there, and immediately you get flattened by a virus? As if the universe is saying: Who do you think you are? Get back into your cave! Of course, those two events have no connection - do they ? But the world works in mysterious ways. No sooner had I announced my book, tentatively put it out there with a little bit of pride and a lot of trepidation, than I was whacked. Hard. I woke up two days later feeling like I’d been run over by a truck, which then reversed and crushed me again. Just to make sure. I’d stupidly delayed getting my flu shot, but it was only the beginning of November, I told myself, plenty of time. I was wrong. It’s a flu virus like I’ve never experienced before, body aches, loss of appetite, weakness, but the worst part being an unrelenting vice-grip on my head, which made it impossible to read. I’ve not read a page in a book since the beginning of the month! I tried an audio book ...
