From the Vault: Oni Hime

Here though, we have an image that I think of as being very much *my* style. Call it women with weapons who look like they are considering carving you up for dinner.

I really love this image.

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Well, life came and crash tackled me into the ground on Sunday. Got violently ill and am only vertical today. I don’t feel like I want to die anymore, but I don’t feel great. You know it’s bad when you can’t even read, because reading makes the nausea worse.

I’m luckily not freaking out about being behind on things, because frankly, I haven’t been that sick in three years. Things can wait. And I got the message. I need to slow down. I need to take things easier. I have been going flat out hell for leather for so long that the body just quit.

It’s not a good feeling.

Tonight I will *walk* the dog. Slowly.

And I will work on my novel, because all of this, even being sick, is fodder for the story beast.

Hope you are all taking care of yourself.

Originally published at ANGELA N. HUNT. You can comment here or there.