It’s been raining since last night.
I am so far behind on everything it’s ceased to be funny and now is just plain sad. I also have to proof galleys by Sunday; I shouldn’t have a problem with getting that done other than the fact that I am so lethargic. Funny how much more energy and how much more active I was when I wasn’t sleeping so well, isn’t it? I guess any change in sleep patterns requires some adjusting, but seriously, I need to get back to work. Once I finish writing this, I am drinking some coffee and revising Chapter Two–yes, I’ve been stuck on revising Chapter fucking Two for the last few weeks. I don’t know why–I suspect that there’s an element of self-sabotage going on here as well: you can’t be rejected if you never finish the manuscript.
Heavy heaving sigh.
The first step to fixing a problem is recognizing you have one, I suppose.
And I will finish revising “Quiet Desperation” this week if it kills me…I have another story i want to get working on, and I am refusing to start anything new until the WIP and this fucking story are both finished.
And now, I am putting on my helmet and heading into the spice mines.
Here’s a hunk for today: