The curtains in my bedroom do a poor job of keeping the morning out of my face. I’m not going to speak about the week that was, because no-one really needs to see me complain and swear and generally carry on, but suffice it to say that the inability to keep out the morning sun was a source of great distress to me this morning. My first real night of sleep in weeks turned out to be not so full of slumber, and not for any of the good reasons, and I really wanted a sleep in to make up for it.
Alas. Alak. The daystar strikes again and I my internal monologue now inserts three swear words between every thought instead of the two curses that were my default throughout the week. I mean, you should see the words I’ve had to edit out of this entry. It would have read like an Erving Walsh novel in its original form (’cause, really, my internal monologue is far to fond of using gobshite and bullocks and now, apparently, goblinfucker).
So, things. There’s apparently a Publisher’s Weekly review of Eclipse 4, which is kinda exciting because I’m in the anthology and can’t actually wait to see the finished book. There was a reprint request in the email this week, which I haven’t responded to as fast as I should, because email has been beyond me for the last week and I haven’t been at the computer which has the file I needed. I apparantly managed to miss an entire writeclub (see inability to answer email). There’s 42 emails in my in-box at the moment, which is something of a record for me (it’s usually lower). I would take it as a personal favour from the universe if it rained today, because I’m totally onboard for rain and cold and staring out my window at a drizzly, unpleasant morning.
Since that’s not going to happen, I guess I should get on with things.
