Convalescing

‘Tis a great pity that I cannot write anything meaningful whilst laid as low as Camille with this consumption, I mean, with this cursed common cold. However, all is not lost. In between naps and coughing/sneezing fits, with my trusty box of tissues at my side and hot, lemony fluids within easy reach, I’ve been looking up new markets and sending lazy-ass stories that have been hanging around my desk for way too long since their last rejection back out into the world.

Oh dear, you just know it's going to end badly when the heroine goes *cough, cough*