Busy Busy

Once again, I got rejected. Once again, I do this nonse:

[Shown: Daffy Duck repeatedly swinging into a tree]

I figured this was going to take some time. When I run out of likely candidates in one agency, I will try another. Until I run down to the bottom of my 30-person list.

Only then will I put up Kung Fu Zombies on Amazon and Smashwords.

But in the meantime, there's a new short story for free. It's currently only available in ePub, but that hurdle will be removed as soon as I can figure out how. Promise. [But that doesn't seem to matter to the twenty-six people who glommed onto it in a cold second. Yikes, you guys are fast]

Figuring out streamlined ways of doing things is going to be a pain in the arse.

And speaking of pains in the arse... The continuing struggle of combatting Beloved's inertia is a mountain I have yet to conquer. So far, in the time it takes Beloved to get out of bed, go to the toilet, and take all their obs [weight, temp, blood pressure, and blood sugar]... I have got up, toileted, weighed myself, got the little darlings out of bed, started a laundry wash, done Chaos' hair, taken my pills, and made a start on dinner. We're having slow-cooked lamb legs.

Inertia is my enemy. If I don't constantly push my entire family into getting organised, then they'll all gravitate to a state of equilibrium that means looking at a screen and not doing anything that they're meant to.

I'm sure everyone would have fun, but there are consequences to that shit.

When I'm done on this blog entry, I have a load of washing to put on the line. When I'm done with today's Instant, I have another load of laundry for the line, a parcel to fetch, and bread to buy. And since I'm out and about anyway, I'll be scouting for things to use in Chaos' Halloween costume. Huzzah. And when I come back, there will be intermittent cleaning between work on my current novel and selling the other one.

Wheeeeeee... splat!

Frankly, I'm amazed that I'm not losing weight faster, the amount of running around that I do.

...and everything's gone to shit. I got rejected by yet another agent, the birthday card from MeMum hasn't arrived yet (three raspberries for the Aussie postal service), and the careful timing of this morning did not account for Beloved dragging their feet until such time that I have to do my blogging on the road. Huzzah.

Thank providence for laptops, mobile hotspots, and USB car charger ports. Otherwise, I would be supremely miffed at my Beloved.

All going well, I will achieve

Things to do:

• Blog
• Instant Story
• 500 words in the novel
• Return or exchange mis-sized clothing that Beloved got for the kids
• Watch the latest Bourne movie because we're both nerds
• Take family to see Kubo and the Two Strings because it is AWESOME! And we're all nerds
• ...find time to froth at someone about how awesome Steam Powered Giraffe is

And I nearly had a mental blowout because I thought I lost one of my treasured Vice Quadrant pins. Turns out

I have a lot on my plate, already. And I have a REALLY long day planned, which includes a trip out shopping to get essentials, non-essentials, things for my microbial-sized business venture...

And this afternoon is going to be filled with trying to talk to assorted teachers, sorting out SET plans for Mayhem, and generally milling about like a lost soul and steering Chaos out of danger.

I do not have the time and the clean equipment to cook anything (Mayhem's been

Once again, it's another trip to Maroochydore for Chaos' greater mental health. Good thing I got the paperwork done for that as soon as I could.

I have until August to chase down the paperwork for the paediatrician, and thereby gain Chaos some special schooling. All in-between de-mucking the house, teaching Chaos and Mayhem some good habits, and attempting to keep myself fit.

And writing a novel.

And building earrings and a small business in a niche market.

And getting samples ready

My car is up and able again and I now have emergency assistance. It became a thing somewhere between the time I go the car and months later, when I finally got a service.

I also had the biggest comedy of errors that anyone could hope to avoid. First - Beloved insisted I take the kids to school. On the one day that I definitely had Other Plans. Then, the car wouldn't start. So I had to nick Beloved's car while the

I'm taking my car in for a service, today. They usually occupy most of my frelling time. All day. Spinning my wheels. Followed by a mad rush in the evening to get my work, dinner, and kids done for the day.

Not today! For I have a fully-operational laptop and all my important documents in my Google Docs folder. Yay. I just have to make sure they're "fresh" before I set off.

Which means crossing the house, opening the lappy, refreshing every

The weather is changing and I can literally feel it. The usual low pressure system warning has clung to my head in a band formation. Meaning that I ache across both eye sockets, my teeth, and the nape of my neck.

The chill turn of the weather doesn't help, either.

Something else has come by my mailbox, but I have to go and collect it locally. Which implies that it was too big to jam into the mailbox. Which, in turn, has

Driving to and from Tullagawupwup. 3AM wake-up against my will. A dire need for coffee and a dire need for air.

And one of my nineteen parcels arrived, but it wasn't any of the ones that I can confirm as being in Sydney.

Evidently, Aus!Customs has no qualms about a quarter cup's worth of glass shrapnel seed beads. I kid, of course. I'm not going through all this shit just so some forensics mook can dig it out of the scenery.

Swimming Sunday was cancelled because Real Life interfered. Beloved's dad got whisked to hospital because of a blood circulation thing [he's fine now BTW]. Because my default state in an emergency is to man the phones, I did not want to leave the house.

Because Beloved thought I'd somehow go swimming anyway [WAT?] they decided to NOT FIRKIN CALL WITH ANY GD NEWS.

We've been in a serious relationship since the late 90's, folks. And Still, neither of us knows how the