Ups and Downs

My weight is up. Boo. But my shoulder is healing to the point where it itches like hell and I know I can't even try to scratch it and aaaaarrrgh. I even nearly forgot it was there and almost laid on it twice.

Beloved is having a birthday this week - the same day I'm due to get my injury looked at - and money is tight until the following Tuesday. I'll figure something out, I know it, but until then, it's a little bit in the nail-biting territory.

The agent I sent my last-one-this-year query letter to has yet to contact me back, and now I'm concerned that they think I'm another NaNo groupie with a tiny 50K book and no editing done.

There's no time scale on their website as to when to expect a reply, so I'll just cross my fingers and hope for the best. If they haven't got back to me by January, I'm cutting my losses and contacting the next one.

I'm well past the halfway mark in Beauties and the Beastly, having accomplished 72K. Which means that if I want Adapting edited before I finish Beauties, I have to light a match under my beta readers.

Fortunately for me, one is very close to hand. And they're also the last one to even crack open the file. (Grump)

The weird part about last week was how I somehow got 500 words ahead of myself and, instead of needing to write a thousand words on Friday so I could have a sluggy weekend, I only needed half of that to reach my target.

I've no idea how I did it, but I'm thankful for the breather.

As far as my mental health goes, though I am better rested, I spend a majority of my time being tired. It might be something to complain about if it persists. But in the meanwhile - coffee.