And then a drum roll plays in my mind.
Tomorrow morning I'm off to meet my cardiologist -- this time without wires and tubes coming out of me -- to go over the complaining muscle in my rib cage.
I'm writing this entry tonight for that very reason. Because, while I'll have time to write in the morning, I know tomorrow will be a big day. I may very well try to sleep in.
Never fear, however. I will report the findings and experiences of the day in Friday's end-of-week randing. Then, of course, will be a follow-up of the weekend on Monday.
Oh, before I forget (and isn't it weird when people actually write stuff like that as though you're having a conversation?) The DEADLINE for cover designs for "Brass Heart" is APRIL 30. So, get moving. I want to get the novel rolling by then!
More later. I'll probably post a snippet from the book on Monday.
If I remember. Low oxygen. Bad heart. It makes me forget stuff.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
The Man You've All Been Waiting For
by
Michael Rigg
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6:47 PM
Labels: Brass Heart, cardiologist, cover design contest, heart, sleep
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