I spent last week down with Covid. 2 days of high fever, followed by increasing energy. The one side effect this time? My sense of taste is off. A bear claw tasted like barbecued pork. Spicy mexican food tasted bland - they had mouthfeel but no flavor.

I can't wait for this to go away.

I've been on a writing binge, scheduling 1 hour blocks of time to write. Not edit, but to sit down with a spiral notebook and a Bic pen and write. No going back, no strikethroughs, just running with an idea and seeing where it takes me.

I realized my other attempts at writing have been heavily narrative - then again, they were nanowrimo efforts in 2014-2016. Trying to include emotions into the narrative makes for much easier flow and makes for better fiction, from what I've learned in this new experiment.

I like writing on paper with a pen, when I use a computer it's too tempting to edit as I go and break the creative flow. Or, to change the formatting and structure as I go. Better to let the words flow and edit later.

With my penchant for technology, gadgetry and toys, it's nice to eliminate the distractions and create with the lowest common denominator, a 45 cent notebook and 20 cent pen.