All talk, no write

While family pays me a visit this week, I've put aside my notebook, shifted the laptop elsewhere and turned the study into a bedroom. Ideas for articles and poems are hastily scribbled onto scraps of envelopes (can't find the notebook!) or relegated to 'I'll surely remember this later'.

The words still tumble out. With every postponement of a scribble, the withdrawal symptoms grow.

I read. I check the NW forum religiously. A stolen moment for an occasional post makes me feel I'm still writing.

I feel a little better.

And then I end up with a really bad cold - the worst I've had in three years. Giving up writing is apparently bad for my health.