Sherri Cornelius

I have a little fragrance hangover. Yesterday was my daughter’s Thanksgiving lunch at school, and I actually did quite well. Felt fine (as fine as I ever do) while I was there and into the evening. The eyesight started to get a little iffy around nine, and I went to bed soon after. Woke up this morning with bad eyes, but let me tell you, I am grateful for these bad eyes. You know why? Because last year at this time I was just starting The Time of the Migraine, a good two months in which I had constant blurry vision and any whiff of fragrance brought forth the headache. And the year before that, I had bronchitis or pneumonia or something along with a bad back but was unable to go to the doctor, so both lasted for months. I can handle a little fragrance hangover.

This fragrance thing is actually getting more manageable. I think I’m healing, as the reactions for the past several months haven’t been as strong. Trips to the store are less taxing. I can think while at a school function. It’s tempting to start letting my guard down, but I know this is a slow process. I have to let my body heal.

Finally seeing the end of this editing project. It’s the first novel I’ve edited, been editing shorts, so it seemed to go forever. I’m at the point now where I know what it’s like to be an editor, and I need to balance it against my own writing. Do I like editing enough to put my book on hold for three weeks? Not sure about that. I’d planned to get BVA done by Christmas, something I could have done if my editing assignment had been another short. I had no idea how much time a novel would take.

Gotta get bananas for Maggie’s class . Thanks for everybody’s good wishes about her arm, it’s not bothering her too much, with the brace.

So…that’s me today. What’s up with you?

I hope everybody had a good Thanksgiving. We ended up having a very informal dinner, as nobody was really in the mood for Thanksgiving, so I had one brother here at my house and that was it. The food was good. The little weiner dog is still with us, and had a lovely time with the turkey carcass in the yard, though her whines of discomfort tell me she stuffed herself too full. Me, too, Brown Bootie, me too.

Anyways, I just thought y’all might like to know I put up chapter 3 over at the BVA blog. I won’t be announcing the updates on this blog anymore, as they’ll slow down after this one. I will, however, post announcements on the fiction blog, if you have it on your reader you can access it through that.

Now, I think I can fit in one more piece of pie before bed. Pepto Bismol is for tonight. Guilt is for tomorrow.