I’ve gotten some kind of plague from the children.  This cannot be happening when I have five million projects due in a very short space of time, but, of course, that’s exactly why it does.  But hey, at least I can work from bed.

Which reminds me – when we went to buy a new mattress recently, I told the sales guy, “it’s very important for me to pick the right one, because I work in bed.” 

And then I see the way he’s looking at me and have to quickly add, “I’m not a hooker or anything.  I’m a writer.”

And then I thought of the Moliere quote, but I quit while i was ahead:

“Writing is like prostitution. First you do it for love, and then for a few close friends, and then for money.”