How Far is Too Far?
This past week I’ve been sick with the flu. Right now, my body feels like it wants to hibernate. If I weren’t a writer, I would let it. But my story won’t leave me alone. So I sit at the computer pumped up with flu medicine, tissues to the left, water to the right, cold-air vaporizer in the corner. For the past week, I woke up early every. Single. Morning. To write. In my sweatpants and socks, tissues crammed into my nostrils. Instead of sleeping in, instead of taking an extra long steamy shower to break up the phlegm. Instead of eating a good breakfast. Is this insane?
So, my question is: What is the craziest thing you’ve done in order to write? Post anonymously if you have to. Just tell me I’m not insane.