Really pathetic here. A very bad cold, which is just my delaying tactic to avoid letting the book go. CR pointed out that I did it last time, too. If I were a really evolved human being, I’d probably figure out some more productive way of dealing with the end of a book, but hey–I’m a writer. I’m allowed a little drama, allowed to take to my bed, snuffling and wheezing, to watch movies and read books and drink tea and eat weird things because I really don’t want to let this book go. As a reader, you know how you don’t want to reach the end of a book, and you try to stretch out those last few pages? And then you sit and hold it in your lap for a little while, savoring that feeling of living there?
Like that. Only x17.
It’s not like this on every single book I write, and the ones I love insanely are not necessarily the ones that sell tons and tons (though sometimes they are–we all agreed on No Place Like Home, which sent me to bed for a week after I finished). This one has been filling up my life with the colors of pink and orange and making me laugh and just generally entertaining me for quite some time.
However, I do know the time has come to finish. My agent is tapping her toes. The baby is a big teenager with an eye on the horizon and her hand out for the keys to the car.
Hold my hand for the next few weeks, will you?
And in the meantime, I have to cure this wretched cold. I did take some green chile out of the freezer to eat with the tortillas CR brought me at lunchtime, dear creature. I took a hot bath. I drank a ton of tea. What else?
What are your best home cold remedies?