My headache's finally gone but I don't know if the creativity went with it or not. I decided I needed a break and thus went off with Angel, Jennifer, and Karen to the mall. We ate a lunch NOT at the Owen cafeteria and then back here to write. I'll start doing that after I post this and then I'll know if the gift left.
Rest for the weary this weekend. We don't meet for critiques again until Monday. Of the four stories up this time, one of mine will be my attempt to tell a story in first person (which I almost never attempt) and it could work as mainstream if I so desired.
I also turned in my sex story. This one's debatable. It's not alien sex but it's coming out of a far future culture where the socio-economic structure and mores are considerably different. I expect some widely varying responses to that one -- mostly negative -- and a great deal of joking about it afterwards. The last page includes definitions of certain terms and how to pronounce them. Our oldest and blackest cat, Sable, has kidney damage. He was at one vet's for a week and we moved him to our usual vet last Monday. I am waiting to here from Greg whether or not he has to go to the vet's office on Saturday to tell Sable goodbye. This is not a happy time. If I had to choose which one of the cats would die first, Sable would NOT have been my choice.