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 …
Head Trauma Waiting to Happen
… 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. 
Oh Emma! You poor thing. Rest up and get well — I’m sorry about the trip having to be cancelled, but it sounds like it’s really not a good idea to step outside until… spring. xo
Oh that’s awful! The treachery of ice…take care and walk carefully.
On the one hand, that is clearly a terrible thing to have happened, I’m so sorry! And you miss yet another big writing function that you were looking forward to. I hope you heal swiftly!
On the other, the Head Trauma Drama Llama is a stroke of genius — pun intended — GENIUS!
Please be mindful of the Bananarama Drama Llama, harbinger of off-rhymes and cruel summers.
Yikes! And so sorry not going to see you there
I will still be stopping by the Georgetown Review table though!!!
Take care of yourself. I’m on antibiotic myself hoping that I’ll be non-contagious on my trip to AWP.