Not that I'll have any kind of down time this weekend. This has been a hard week for Kinesiology staff. I'm the only one here today, and I would have stayed home except I expected people to be out. I threw my freakin back out this morning getting out of bed. !!! Of course this happens the day before we're doing both the Persimmon Festival (mmmmm....persimmon ice cream) and the Lotus Festival (hmmmm...lots of walking around).
And I'm just tired. Everyone here is pooped out.
Yesterday I sent off chapters. Haven't heard a reply yet, and I'm nervous about that. Chapter four is an out and out gore fest and I have no clue how well or badly I handled that.
It occured to me yesterday that I need to have more live people to kill off later in the book. Will have to think about that some more.
The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.
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Nil desperandum! You haven't heard anything because I haven't even opened the chapter yet. Home late last night, off to campus today (argh, usually Fridays are work at home, i.e. writing, days) for meetings. This afternoon -- with luck before you leave for the day -- I will have some time.
Don't you hate the way work interferes with the Important Stuff? ;-)
I do! Why can't I just be given a salary to write? I wonder if it's still true that in Ireland artists and writers don't have to pay any income tax? There should be a more enlightened way to live (grumble, grumble).
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