Sword Fights, Miracle Max and Bribing the Muse

Rough night.
E's still sick.
103 on Motrin.
Bleary eyed,
Both of us.

Need shower.
Badly.
Need to write.
Badly.

My characters?
AWOL.

Hoisting up bribes.
Bright pennant promises of:
sword-fights,
chases,
close calls,
bad guys,
good guys,
not-sure-whose-side-they're-on guys,
quests,
witty dialogue,
even a dash (or two or three) of romance.

Uninterrupted butt in chair time
will be mine...
As soon as this damn fever breaks.

Do you suppose Miracle Max makes house calls?