At least I think I am.
I has no fever. I can breathe. Most importantly my mind seems to be working.
I tried to write yesterday, but nothing came. I even considered quiting Nano. For reals, it was that bad.
This morning I woke up and actually felt like waking up and not crawling back under the covers. While walking the dog all kinds of potential for my story began to open up. I got home plunked my arse in my chair and wrote almost 3,500 words. Then I e-mailed Doug and now I'm blogging and I STILL have ten minutes before the girl gets up and we exercise.
Praise Jebus. I think I could have taken being sick, but having no desire whatsoever to write, we are talking zero desire, that was hell right there, or at least one of the seven levels. A pretty bad one if you ask me.