It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Very hectic at work and home — if you ever have children, do not have a daughter; if you do have a daughter, do not allow her to do ballet; if you allow her to do ballet, do not allow her to be in ‘The Nutcracker’; if you do allow her, then God help you — and not a whole lot to show for it.
Tomorrow’s Wednesday, though. Odin’s day.
No, wait, it’s already Wednesday. Apologies.
There’s a one-eyed theme to today, apparently. As write this, I am waiting for my podcast files to process. We’re up to Chapter Twenty-Two (which might be my favorite chapter in the book) and by the time I post this, you can download the latest chapters by RSS or here at iTunes.
Two straggling agent letters out there. If I don’t hear anything back by the weekend, I’m sending out my last round before the holidays . . . just three or four to top off the year. And then I’ll regroup and reassess after the New Year.
She told me this was the marathon part of the process — actually, I think her words were “Welcome to the real hell.”
I’m thirty-eight years old. I’ve had it easy up until now for the most part. I shouldn’t complain.
It’s probably hard to tell from the poor production quality and erratic voicework of the podcast, but it’s a fairly good story and the thought that it’s lying there dormant right now is a bit galling.
(The Undertaker story continues, although perhaps not “apace” as much as I would prefer. Long weekend coming up, much writing will get done then. We’ll see if I can drag the story back into a reasonable deadline. Thanks for asking.)
Something more interesting to follow later this week, hopefully…