So I (Ev) have this thing that whenever we have Sicktember or Whumptober or literally any writing challenge, I end up in hospital. I've been here since Friday and Sicktember is fast approaching, whumptober prompts have just been released, and I'm staring at the same four walls going mad with zero inspo.
I feel sorry for Shiv, my long suffering partner, and partner in crime. Nothing ever changes, and it's not disappointed (in terms of consistency, I'm very disappointed in my health) us in the four years we've known each other.
Maybe next year, my body will understand that just because the boys get whumped, I don't need to be too.
...i doubt it...















