I feel like Danielle Steele. Not in the writerly
sense (other than I heard she was undiagnosed BP and would write her fiction in long, terrible spurts with no sleep, then collapsed unconscious for a while and whatnot).
I feel like I am approaching that point. From 10 a.m. till now I have done nothing but edit. I'm just so sick of it, I'm like, GET IT DONE. LOL.
My book has very little romance in it, however, I'm just sort of scared I may wind up sucking, A-la Danielle Steel. The only thing vaper related I did today (other than
vape, heavily) was like rewicking a siren. I suck.
Also, a neighbor wandered through our yard. She was in search of a road runner that was annoying her husband. I had to shoo her away.... We haven't me her much yet, she appears to be freaky.
Although, I may ALSO look freaky ATM. I'm pretty fried, I'm telling you.
At least I didn't have JFC's day...
Anna