Day in the Life of an Idiot

Mason woke up this morning and instantly had diarrhea. Two minutes later: barf. A half hour later, when it was still going on, I got on-line and called him in sick via an e-mail to his teacher. Meanwhile, Shawn came down with a headache. She e-mailed in sick to work as well. I ended up having to e-mail Eleanor to cancel our writing date, which is pretty much the same as calling in sick, too.

I was starting to feel like a character in a murder mystery, except instead becoming corpses, everyone around me was getting terribly ill.

Mason, being the deeply resilent source of energy he is, was sick for several hours and then did a complete recovery complete with wanting to jump on the bed his mom was sleeping in and BEGGING me to take him to the library (which I did not do. No barfing on books. This is an important lesson I pass on from the day I barfed on an early Legion of Superheroes comicbook belonging to my cousin.)

Last night, at Wyrdsmiths, I brought along my computer (partly to check in on the last minute cancelations but also for the free wifi,) and discovered that my editor had sent along the cover art for Tate's young adult novel:



What do you think?

My editor thinks it pretty much "hits the market" (as in she thinks it's the sort of thing that is found on YA covers right now.) I think the cover model for "Anastasjia" is wicked hot. If the cover is supposed to be someone you wish you were, count me in.

Anyway, I should check in on my sickies. Have a great weekend!