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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