My fellow bloggers, it has become apparent that I am cursed. It has also become apparent that one aspect of my curse is that I am somehow forbidden to attend any large gathering of writers where I would really enjoy myself. To whit: AWP Chicago? Out of the question. Why? Well, my friends, please allow me to introduce …
… THE HEAD TRAUMA DRAMA LLAMA!
My travel plans have been nixed by, well, head trauma. It all began innocently enough: while getting in my car to drive to the first post-Snowpocalyse day of school, I slipped on some ice. At least, I think it’s pretty clear that that’s what happened — I don’t really remember much past my right foot slipping behind me. Regardless, I awoke some time later, face down in the ice, thinking that I’d skinned my chin. It soon became apparent that I had, instead, cut my chin to the bone, and, in the process, given myself the mother of all concussions, which has, needless to say, made the past few days very, very interesting. And then, on top of that, I caught strep throat. Awesome.
And thus, there shall be no AWP for Emma, and probably no blogging for a bit as well.