Over the last few days, however, a faint candle has appeared flickering at the end of the very long tunnel, and my voice has returned (much to everyone's dismay), I've stopped feeling absolutely bloody awful (I only feel pathetic) and my cough has started, little by little, to diminish. It's progress - slow progress, it's true - but movement in the right direction for a change. Soon I'll be embarrassing the kids again; playing Taylor Swift songs on the spoons and dancing in my underwear and socks with my teeth out.
In other news the publishing company continues to be (at least on the surface) excited about my first completed book. That's been a strange experience too (although not as strange an experience as it is for my kids when I play the spoons and dance in my undies) - I am simply useless at processing positive feedback and I've been spending a lot of time doubting the kind words and accepting the positive advice and guidance that has been coming my way. If the book sells I may begin to start considering whether or not accepting the idea of believing some of the positive feedback is something that I may put on th emental notice board for future examination. Reckless, I know, but sometimes I just throw caution to the wind!