I’m simply useless right now. Can barely concentrate on things and will probably be making up for lost time in the pay-job into the wee hours tonight when I should be dreaming of all things dark and dangerous.
Believe it or not, I have been writing in fits and spurts. ( Thought I’d pull a Rachel and do a little side project while I wait on word for my UF series.)
But today? Ack. Not happening.
My proposal apparently passed muster and now both Dweller on the Threshold(DOTT) and Blood of an Ancient(BOAA) are going out. So, cross appendages of your choice–sharing is optional 😉 — and send out wishes to the publishers. Hope they like.
I did have another agent request this morning. I had contacted all those with partials or fulls, but not those with queries. I’d forgotten that this agent requests pages and synopsis up front. Felt bad that she read all that for nothing, but I did enjoy further validation that my work has some appeal.
There’s something about sitting and working alone in a quiet house that gets the mind into all kinds of bad places.
So… it’s time to lose the quiet!
Nine Inch Nails
With a dash of Colder to make things interesting… Nothing like dirty disco punk… 😉