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I can do this... i hope

I have some potential agents lined up to get query letters. I have some novels that really, really need to get out there if I have a hope of earning money at this.

I know that I have to get several agents to handle all of my stuff, because I write across a wide and varied field of fiction. Which I hope is for everyone.

One day, I will find one agent who is willing to take me, and all my assorted realities, into their capable hands. That day is not today. Tomorrow isn't looking so great either.

The real problem, besides creating a query letter that looks professional, is producing the correct number of pages for their assorted demands. Some want five. Some want ten. Some want any number between that.

All of them want said pages pasted into their emails. And one lot wants it sent by post with an SASE. That one isn't happening. Copy/pasting is fine, but then I have to make sure all my italics copy over faithfully because not ONE of my multitudinous editing platforms can reliably copy italicised text into any other, including an email.

If we could solve that little problem, I would be a very happy 'Nutter.

If I could solve my self-depreciating streak where I am firkin certain that all my hard prep comes to naught... I would be unstoppable.

Right now, there is a heavy feeling in my entire body and it's hard to breathe regularly. I'm doing a lot of gasping and sighing that has NOTHING to do with my regular asthma and I swear I can feel another panic attack looming.

If I finish this week's 3K words early, I am going to spend an extra day on just being selfish. Treat myself. Lie in, get extra cuddles with Beloved. Get hold of some chocolate on the cheap because I can't afford Gaijin Sushi. Just enjoy whatever I want to. For no other reason than I just want to do it.

I might even get a napnap in. I'm at that kind of mental space where I just need a napnap and a hot bath. And maybe a double hot chocolate in my undertow mug.

It's the little things that keep me going. They have to, because I can't yet afford the big things.

What a state of affairs

I'm getting close to having 300 followers on Tumblr. The last time I did a promotion, one of my winners only collected a third of their grand prize and has yet to decide on the other two parts. I need to chase them up about things.

I finally have a day in which I can seek out and begin sending enquiries to agents in New York. That's going to be fun.

Plus I have plans to finish at least one more pair

Sigh

Some idiot shot up a place of safety for the LGBT community, yesterday. Some idiot will claim that it was on religious grounds and, for a change, the world will believe him and not claim that he is insane.

For once, this might just be titled an act of terrorism. Why?

Because the shooter was allegedly a Muslim.

If he was a white Christian, he would be declared insane or mentally disturbed before the shrapnel had stopped flying. If he was white,

Whoopsy

Turns out that Her Majesty's birthday isn't a public holiday, after all. But I called the little darlings in as sick because we all stayed up way too late. Heheh.

One of the reasons we all stayed up late is two new television shows [the other was the whole concept of today being a holiday] - Preacher and Cleverman.

Both are interesting shows with a premise good enough to latch on to my curiosity, but they are really, really different. And it's

Ah, long weekends

Her Majesty is having her official birthday on Monday, which means most of the house gets an extra day to slack off and do not very much at all. I still have to fulfil some of my daily duties - adding to my novel and the daily story. And I plan on making at least three earrings before Monday is done.

"Plan". Ha. That's a good word. I planned to finish up making all my earring cards, yesterday. Factorio happened, and then

Another lovely slow day

It's half-past ten, and I am still in my pyjamas. I have yet to have breakfast and a majority of my morning has been taken up with snuggling and Factorio and it has been GLORIOUS.

Heck, I just spent half an hour fine-tuning some mining and refining set-ups.

Later on, I shall be cutting, scoring, and piercing all the purple-on-white earring cards for my anticipated ventures. Then I shall have just enough cards for all the earrings I can make with all

TGIF?

Mayhem's sick enough to throw up. Chaos has a persistent cough. I have a lingering, gluey sensation in the back of my throat that means more firkin bronchial casts are destined to make my life hellish.

Ah, winter. Where are these alleged charms that people keep honking about?

My plns for a Kigurumi are on hold. Unless I want to go to the local shops and choose from their alleged range. Which is something that will happen towards the end of NEXT

Kigurumi!

It's probably Japanese for "Let's make white people look like absolute lunatics" and I don't care. What they are is grown-up sized onesie pyjamas in a variety of "funny animal" styles and I want all of them.

Some folks have taken to wearing them out in public and I can kind of see why. They are so cool! And they promise to be lovely and toasty warm, which is a thing that everyone in winter needs.

I can see the appeal for

Finally, mostly prepared

I have a nice set of gloves, now. And two pairs of socks to wear in my boots. And enough ginger ale to float a boat.

I should finally be able to shake these winter sniffles and ride out the rest of the cold season in relative comfort. Should.

Except that it's this bloody cold at the beginning of the season and I'm already entertaining thoughts of thermal underwear. I need to find all my polyester stuff because it's freaking perfect for

It's fixed!

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

This is why I need to be mobile

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

Wish me luck

The rains of last night have buggered off and it's looking like it's going to be a lovely, sunny day. And today, Beloved is home, so I finally have a chance to edit KFZ and start trawling for agents.

New York is the place to look, apparently. Those are the agents with the global scope and reach.

Beloved's focus will be on making a thing to hold a pen so we can print out those earring cards at firkin last. But I

Good morning

Once again, my fucked-up sleep cycle strikes in the wee small hours. I plan to use it to my advantage, though. You all get your instant story ahead of time, and I get a day of luxurious loafing.

The only downside for me is that I'll have to update my master files when I finally exit my bedroom. Yay for laptops, boo for non-cloud files.

Pretty sure the Google editor does rich text and not plain text. That could plausibly fuck up

Determination

I am going to make something today. I am done with sorting the cabochons. The only pile of unsorted beads I have is a baggie of random reds, and I am not touching those until I have done. One. Firkin. PAIR.

I am going to make earrings until I am sick of it, or I have sample examples of each of my pride flag earrings firkin DONE. Whichever happens first.

Then, and only then, will I indulge my OCD aspect and sort

Snafu^3

My best laid plans haven't just gone agley. They're flapping in the breeze. Pissing into the wind. Whistling Dixie.

Inertia is my enemy. I fucking hate it. And I really despise it when the object at rest happens to be people I need to do things for my. My skill set is limited. My ideas of design are either (a) antiquated, (b) fucking ugly, or (c) both. This is why I handed a concept sketch to Beloved for the EGDB logo instead

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I can do this... i hope

What a state of affairs

Sigh

Whoopsy

Ah, long weekends

Another lovely slow day

TGIF?

Kigurumi!

Finally, mostly prepared

It's fixed!

This is why I need to be mobile

Wish me luck

Good morning

Determination

Snafu^3