My second novel – Sharp Dark Things  (desperately needing 3rd edit and hoping to be published on autharium.com ) contains a description of my character sunbathing her eyelids in the early morning sun.        And because I know you're wondering why:         I t's her moment of epiphany.          In the spirit of living with my characters I thought it only right to emulate her actions – feel what she felt, hear what she heard... blah di blah blah.   I stood there, eyes shut, head tilted to meet the day and promptly sneezed humungously.  I recall this happening to me as a child.  It appears I'm still afflicted.   Why does this happen?   I pondered    So I G o o g l e d  it.   Because:    a) the laptop is in the next room   b) it can be accessed even with one hand still wrapped around a cup of tea and  c) I think a trip to the library for this sort of diversionary tactic is a little excessive  And discovered an actual syndrome called P...
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