The new year brought flu to our house. As I moved from couch to bed and back (dragging my quilt with me), I inevitably had to elbow a cat to get some space. After almost a week, we finally have reached detente.

In healthier times, I’ve often I questioned whether Hemingway ever let his felines in the house.

Like many writers, I chart things like character’s timelines or draw my fictional landscape and tack it in front of me as I work. Well, I used to tack it up.

Here’s what happens now, featuring Carlos Ezekiel:

And now I’m off to find a cough drop!