Perhaps Foolishly...
Apr. 1st, 2005 04:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdust...I just spent much of the day spell-checking and rejigging Blood From The Air as it stands, wrote a query letter (which actually did help consolidate a few dangling plot threads, as well as giving me a far clearer idea of where I'm going), printed it out twice, and sent it off to Don D'Auria at Leisure Books. Michael Rowe may well want to talk to me about this, but hey, Don may not even want it. And I could always say it was April Fool's I suppose (if I never want to sell him anything again).
Boy-boy's asleep, after a screamalicious evening yesterday and yet ANOTHER fall from the bed (amongst still more screamy things) today. What the hell is wrong with me, I wonder? Will I never learn that this is suicide watch time, no matter how much he obviously dislikes being parked in places where he can't hurt himself--as yet?
Well, fuck it. I'm off to Michael McMaster's tonight, so I had to remember to work out during the day, but it's done, and I'm all the better for the endorphin rush. Now to assemble a take-the-baby-somewhere kit, pack the stroller, wake Cal and get going.
Boy-boy's asleep, after a screamalicious evening yesterday and yet ANOTHER fall from the bed (amongst still more screamy things) today. What the hell is wrong with me, I wonder? Will I never learn that this is suicide watch time, no matter how much he obviously dislikes being parked in places where he can't hurt himself--as yet?
Well, fuck it. I'm off to Michael McMaster's tonight, so I had to remember to work out during the day, but it's done, and I'm all the better for the endorphin rush. Now to assemble a take-the-baby-somewhere kit, pack the stroller, wake Cal and get going.
