Adapting got its fifth rejection this morning.
Sigh.
I'm planning to send it to the Promptcast crew for inspection to see what it needs, or where it could go for a proper audience. I used to believe that this thing was the perfect intro to the Amalgam Universe. It still could be.
I just don't know any more.
So alongside my hope leaving my body, I have stuff to do today. Including locking in and writing the thing for the Promptcast, the thing for the Archive, and rounding up whatever else I have to share with my Patrons.
So I'm a little bummed, today.
The good news, such as it is, is that my hoarding habit is getting to return stability in the household supplies. With luck and a minimum of feeding frenzies, I might start saving money soon.
Impending disaster in 5... 4... 3...
I might be joking now, but it's not funny when I'm right.
I have to plans for Easter beyond holing up and hunkering down. And I just now realised that Easter is this coming weekend.
I might send Chaos off to get a huge chunk of egg-shaped chocolate. Or I might take a bag and a walk.
Not today, though. Today I must write things.
After I ice my stupid ankle.