Good job on the appointment, Snappy. I know the last episode passed eventually, but it's still a long time to feel lathargic. May the Force be with you.
Morning, Purgatory. I would complain about the cold gray rain, but that would make Cricket jealous, so I won't.
I think fantasy will be big soon, Ink. B1tterblue will feed some of it, Game of Thrones is huge.
Of course, mine will never be ready if I don't write it! I'm going to just pants the big bad middle and get started when I'm done my contracted novel's revision. I know how the first third goes. The rest will be more likely to come to me if I'm writing than if I'm not.
Haven't gone to bed yet. Easiest to get some things done in the middle of the night.
I have an epic fantasy I could revise and submit, but I'm feeling so sad and dispirited about querying that I don't see the point. Yet more time spent just to get more form rejections.
Now, back to work though. And wondering if I should go to doctor. Have been dealing with massive bouts of fatigue lately. Same thing happened to me about four years ago and lasted 6 months. Docs didn't find anything and it went away. Now, I'm feeling very similar and it's lasted for about 4 weeks so far. *sigh*
I *used* to think I had this stalwart reader I could always count on. Then one day she read a book of mine and said she found it "unbearable to read." Never read another one again. In fact, she doesn't even call me anymore. So ... 20-year friendship that just couldn't make the next decade.
BF just wrote again to say she'd like to read my manuscript in June . . . but I don't think I'll ask her. After 30 years of friendship, I think right now she needs me to give what she needs instead of try to get what I need.
Good call, Teri
I just found a wallet full of money and credit cards on the street. I picked it up and took it to a police officer. Now I expect something really bad to happen to me. Last time I did something at all like that (3 years ago a woman approachd me at a gas station and against all internal warnings I ended up giving her a ride and money) I returned home to find my garage had been burglarized. It's that kind of world.
OMG! The universe is a cruel, cruel b1tch!
Here's my positive thought for the Pit: since I'm a lightweight, it doesn't take much booze to get me stinko drunk. Tell me the world isn't smiling on me.