roselightfairy

I don't know how many of you have read Lovesick Blues, but the first scene with Gimli struggling home, before he realizes that his illness is ~mysterious~ and ~fated~, was one of my favorite scenes to write in the whole story. Firstly because I, contrary to a lot of other authors in this pairing, seem to have chosen him as my favorite physical whumping target (Legolas is my emotional punching bag, so I have to even it out somehow, right? But seriously, I've written Gimli getting extremely sick at least three times. Why am I like this?). But also because I ~~am apparently pretty perverse~~ really enjoy going into lavish detail on all these little discomforts that writers often don't focus on. It's one of the joys in fanfiction, I suppose, that probably wouldn't come through in published work-- but I really don't have to spare a character ANY suffering, and the readers can suffer along with them.

Except I guess it's karma, because I woke up this morning with the mother of sore throats and an unpleasantly leaking face. And even though I don't have a day-long walk ahead of me, I do have a three-plus-hour-round-trip bus commute surrounding a full day of work. (Which I have been doing every weekday for the last three weeks and is probably part of the reason I'm sick now, alas.) And it might not be as physically strenuous as a trudge through Laketown and Dale... but I think I deserve the right to complain. Especially because how sad is it that the clock didn't even say 4 AM yet and I decided that I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep in the time before my alarm went off?

Well, now it's time to see about answering the important question of How Many Cups Of Tea Can I Pour Into Myself Before I Physically Explode?