By which I don’t mean it was even remotely fun. I don’t know if other people have these, but I do periodically, where there is no comfortable position, all the blankets feel too… rough or folded or something, and on top of all I’m now too hot now too cold.
I don’t think it’s an illness, though it is possible — it’s just out of sorts and a bad night. I need to package books to send to several of you and I’m considering walking to the post office to see if it will clear my head. I hope it will because I really need to write a bunch of guest blog posts and do something I promised PJM, and right now I’m not even up to writing a post for this blog. If my head doesn’t clear, I might go back to bed.
I also need to edit a novella in the DST universe and finish editing a couple of short stories because I haven’t put anything up in very long. And of course, I’m halfway through editing Shadow Gods and then will start on Witchfinder. (I’ve figured the next book is Rogue Magic, because that’s the problem in the story. I need to outline it before Friday.)
And of course, there’s the rewrite to do for Noah’s Boy.
Today was not a good day for a bad night… But as we were discussing (bickering, infighting, throwing fish) yesterday, humans aren’t just creatures of the spirit, nor even (as I must remind myself) creatures of will power. Sometimes the body gets a say.
So, I shall leave you unfed today. Free ice cream tomorrow. Today I’m going to drink three gallons of tea (might be more) and then go to the post office. G-d willing by the time I come back I’ll be human.
UPDATE: And meanwhile, for those who need something to chew on, Amanda is talking about the state of the business over at Mad Genius Club. I confess I haven’t, lately, because in this as in politics, it’s gotten to the point all I can do is shake my head. But Amanda’s head shaking is fun.
The inmates have managed to get out of their cells and are running around loose. Now, most days, it is pretty entertaining to watch. After all, they usually are either pointing at the sky and screaming about how the aliens are coming and taking over the world, or they are burying their heads in the sand and doing their best to ignore the changes needed to be made in order to survive. But today, well, all I can do is shake my head and wonder how long this current farce will run before the final curtain falls on it.