Ok, I swear I have a good excuse for not being here. Please don’t throw rotten tomatoes at me. I’m truly terrified of getting hit by flying fruit. I used to have awful nightmares when I performed that someone in the audience would bring apples, instead of tomatoes and fling them at me and they’d knock me out, mid-note. Not to mention the serious bruiser I’d get from an apple to the forehead. It’d be a crazy looking bruise. Like getting hit with a hockey puck. Which I’ve done, on the shin. Not fun.
I’ve been a bad blogger. I can admit it. And I am truly, truly sorry. I haven’t been slacking, I swear! I’ve actually been working. Surprise, surprise. 😉
I got some of my edits back from my publisher and I’ve been working on those as though my life depended on it. We’re taking it a chapter at a time and I really want to get them done before I start to go to that dark mental place where I hate every word I’ve ever written. Edits put me in a foul mood. Mostly because you use such a different part of your brain than when you’re just doing creative writing. It’s the part of my brain I don’t necessarily get along with. The part that hates math problems and doesn’t give a frick what time train A and train B will collide somewhere in Illinois.
Either way, I’m glad it’s Friday. Working retail during holidays is a killer. I feel like I’ve been run over by a truck, or at least tackled by a big, burly man. (And I don’t mean that in a sexual or enticing way at all. *sigh*). So I think I’m going to spend the evening lounging. Clean up a tad. Soak my feet maybe? Ohhh, or a hot bubble bath. That sounds nice. But first I gotta clean the kitty litter box and sweep and mop the floors. *rolls eyes* Maybe I’ll just crawl into bed instead.
Anyway, Happy Friday all! Have a wonderful weekend, will ya? Monday will be here before we know it.