Myra Infante Sheridan

Myra Infante Sheridan
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“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
― Ernest Hemingway

Thursday, May 13, 2010

I hear birds chirping in the dark...

I took my last antibiotic pill last night and I thought I would magically be all better this morning. I used five tissues to clear the snot from just my right nostril! Did I make you go ewww? Well, laying aside all etiquette (and grabbing hold of some clichés!) as a writer I have to be willing to make my reader cringe. :D

I don't want to be all negative-- I am feeling better over all.

I finished my work for the Spring semester close to 1 am last night. I collapsed in an achy heap on my bed and woke up five hours later. I'm looking forward to seeing my students and co-workers after being gone for two days from Donna High School.

Congratulations to my friend Becky for passing her last teacher exam, the PPR. WOOT! WOOT!

I need to get the boxes ready with the books I'm sending to London... where does the time go? (clichés running rampart!!! writers beware!!)

xoxo
Myra

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