In the dog days of summer, I found myself laid up in a hospital bed. I went in for a bone marrow biopsy (someone grinding into your tailbone isn't the joy you imagine). It went fine. It was leaving the hospital when things got loopy.Call it perfect storm: lingering medication, heat, fluctuating blood pressure. Yeah. Me slumped in a wheelchair, whisked to ER, backside inevitably exposed and hours passed before I was assigned a bed. Enough of my hospital adventure. Well not quite- it's impossible to comment on your Kindle when the freakin' IV needle is pinching the crook of the arm you use to write.
Still, I could read and read I did. This week, read quite a bit of prose. Poets please don't take offense. You know my heart belongs to you, but a gal likes words, all manner of them. Found some cool communities including Studio30, Trifecta, 100 Words and Write on Edge. If you like to connect with prose rabble rousers, check these good people out.
Two impressive stories to whet your appetite:
“Flotsam” at Marlowe manor
“Hit the Sky” at Kallan Annie
So what's shaking in your world, good people? Drop a link. Not getting any love, drop your own link.
Happy blog hoppin',