I’ve had a headache for about ten hours now. I mean, I realize I am having this headache on a day when a good friend of mine is having a migraine, and that does a lot to put it in perspective. But it’s starting to wear on me.
I got a story rejection today. I was expecting it, and it was very polite. Still… what can you do?
(ObAnswer: Pick up and carry on. I know, I know. Goal for tomorrow: two new pages.)
Watching Game of Thrones and comfortably hating Theon. I do love the Greyjoys and the Iron Islands; they make me think of King Hagrid, cold and drawn and grey, standing by the sea and watching the waves they rule. Blood and salt and iron.
And the Cthulhu shout-outs don’t hurt either.
Started two new anthologies–End of the World and Haunts: Reliquaries of the Dead–and neither one is really grabbing me yet. I’m hoping a good night’s sleep will clear things up. Whether or not the extension goes through tomorrow (and I expect it will; early next week if not), at least there’s only six work-hours left until the weekend.
I’m very sorry. I wish I could come up with something more interesting to say.