I’ve been sitting in my bedroom the last few days after testing positive for Covid-19 on Saturday morning.
I come to the blog a bit pissed as I’ve been cautious with everything but obviously not cautious enough.
There are many things not say but as I’ve been away from my family in the bedroom my wife and I usually share I think that I’ve realized my health needs work, and it’s not because I’m terribly sick. I have a cough, had a fever earlier in the week, but I need to get in better shape and eat better.
When it comes to writing I have to make good a promise I made to myself. I have to get busy on figuring out how to make my own covers and not just shitty ones I’ve made to my needs.
I have goals this year and I’ll not be held back by anything.
I’m tired of existing. I’m going to live.