Sick, Living-Dead Lady

I have news for you... I'm a living dead lady.

A sick, living-dead lady.

Ha... that sounds funny. I will explain. I have received a total of two to four hours of sleep a night. For those who know me, that's like giving a turtle a sleeping pill and then telling it to run forty miles and beat the hare (who's on caffeine).

Not good.

Therefore, I have not only been a living dead lady, but a constantly coughing and sneezing living dead lady. I'm serious. I wake up in the morning and the first thing I do is cough. THEN I go look in the mirror and think "I look dead, I'm a freakin' zombie."

It's joyful.

I'm working on a new story. I refuse to give you any samplers until I've finished up the outline. I can't start writing a story until I know how it's going to end... or at least where it's going. There are too many options in this new one for me to just start. I hope it turns out well.

I have a request, more of a question actually. If you had to live somewhere, anywhere, and remember you have to survive (so if you are thinking a isolated and private island, you had better know how to live there on your own) Then where would you live?