Anyway, here I am with a numb butt and a steaming forehead trying to amuse and inspire myself with just about anything. I need to finish an article on Le Bistro Vert and its sustainable food by tomorrow or I'm dead.
I can write about it in a jiffy, but you see, with uhog oozing from my left nostril, throbbing temples, whooping cough, and grumbling stomach do not inspire me to even start typing a decent paragraph.
Perhaps, a lot like other writers, I look for inspiration before I do my thing. I cook, play football, doze off, or paint my face with whatever makeup I have in my bag. Earlier today, I did lotsa calls, texts and follow-ups for ZEN Health Magazine then I slept and tried putting on makeup even If I was still shaky and feverish.
My very first attempt at eye makeup. T'was okay. Sadly, the muses are still elusive. C'mon Pogi!!!!! Make your brain work!