deadlines

Woikin’ Goil

Working to get my shit together. And there’s a lot of shit to get together.

Got The Final Victim back from my editor. Yeah, pretty much dipped in blood. Nothing really major–I don’t have to do a total rewrite–but it sure ain’t gonna be ready to send to subscribers by March 1 like I’d planned. Between that and the edits to The Moreva of Astoreth, who knows when When Gods Die is coming out? Ain’t gonna be in Summer 2020, I know that.

I’ve come to the conclusion I need something more than a calendar. I’m bad enough at remembering to look at it. But, I dunno, this is something different. A different kind of scheduling. Gaah! Am I talking about creating deadlines? Jesus jumping Christ on a stick!

And that’s just the author stuff.

Doesn’t help that I’m feeling exhausted. Guess that’s what happens when you barely sleep for a week. I have prescribed sleeping pills, but I have to find my pill cutter. Last time I took a whole one, I was so gone I peed in the bed. Couldn’t figure out why the back of my nightshirt was wet. I thought Daisy had done it, but then I woke up all the way and realized the wetness was right under my ass. Daisy slept close to me, but not that close. Speaking of Daisy, I’m really missing her. Sometimes when I wake up, I look over and wonder where she is. Sometimes when I’m in my office,… Continue reading