So I am all knocked up...10 weeks and 5 days worth of knocked up and my brain is working at half capacity. So why have I decided to finish my novel when I am in the throws of my first trimester? I am worthless. The other day I was trying to retrieve the words "crop circles" and my brain just stopped. It was if I was playing charades but with words. "Ya know..." I'd say to Roger. "The things in the cornfields that aliens build-uh-like a corn maze." Luckily with a reference to the movie Signs he guessed crop circles. Not before I was in tears from the lack of IQ points I know I've lost.
So...now I sit at my computer and struggle to find the words to my great American novel.
I'm a glutton for punishment I suppose.