Not too different. Did a pick up for drugs and food at WM. Then had to unpack and put that shit up. Thought I was having heatstroke. Had to sit down for a bit. I run so damn hot. I have it on 67 in my car. I have two fans on me right now. One is two feet from my person.
Antyway...I usually blog first. Then post, when I remember and feel like it. That segues into my writing. Did I tell you I finished "The Gordons"? Yes, indeedt. I did. My mind is picking apart "The Rabbit God" as I type this. And when I try to fall asleep. And when I'm cooking. And in the shower.
And it's delicious. All excited about a book that won't be out until April.
But isn't that how all authors are or should be? Every book is a new piece of the sum of us. The discovery is crucial to the process.
I could compare it to baking a cake. Or fixing a car. Or open-heart surgery.
But let's be honest here. Even if you're a plotster, and I both envy and forgive you, you still don't have every sentence typed out as a guideline to go by. Something can still surprise you.
Surprises in the aforementioned tasks would not be a good thing. In writing? It's exhilrating.
PA already made my first graphic. And it's so cool and different from my offerings. I'm a basic bitch, I suppose.
This Bill Nye meme gives me life. Because I'm a nerdy author like that.
My new daily routine will consist of writing, editing, and only making graphics when I want to.🥳🎉
With that being said, I'm off to edit "The Morrigan" for the fifth time.
Oh, and also story build for a short Christmas story published by ASB Publishing.
Possibly work on another short story for another anthology next year.
FFS...I need another fan.
