Long, long, loooooong story — but we had no Thanksgiving dinner here at Maven Manor. Two of us were ill, and then two days later another one of us fell ill. It was a low point, holidaywise. However, although the lone well one felt compelled to put together an individual festive meal, the rest of us were too sleepy and snuffly to care. We were much happier to retreat to television and knitting.
When I’m too sick to read, you know I’m really sick. And when I’m sick enough to watch three episodes of “Clean House” in succession? Grab your hand sanitizer and run in the opposite direction, because I’m near death’s door.
That’s why I feel all right about making this post all about a link to my other blog. You don’t need to read my writing, but please make it a point to read the two articles I linked to from The New York Times, because I’d love to know what you all think about what they say. Since I am a cock-eyed optimist when it comes to books and publishing, I’m not a particularly reliable witness to what is happening these days.
But maybe that’s just the euphoria talking — euphoria at being happy to read again after four days down for the count. If there’s one thing I miss more than a big delicious dinner, it’s a big delicious novel.
