'suela, if she wants autographed, I'll be delighted to drive over and sign as many copies as she wants.

Going to offer something up in Beep Me over the next few days: Nic's designing a totally fictional tour jersey for my protagonist's totally fictional traditional music band. First person with a verified store sighting of the book will win the shirt.

Cool! I've been pestering my chains here. But I forgot about the library! I'll have to go do that. (Any excuse to go to the library!)

Also? I suck. Because I put novel priority behind newsletter priority, in order to motivate me to write newsletter. And now I am heartily procrastinating both newsletter and novel.

However, I did cook our favorite casserole dish, wash the dishes, clean the kitchen, go grocery shopping, check the post office, bake bread, sort the laundry, register my domain names, look for shoes, and buy a doghouse. So yay for procrastinating. How else would I ever get anything done?

I've made a lot of fun of NaNo Month, but I did write 1000 words today. Which is a lot in one day for me. And I think this will be interlocking short stories instead of the more usual sort of novel...that one plot can't carry a whole piece,imo. And it's truly a big sloppy mess. But it's my mess.

Mine is a small sloppy mess, and I haven't upped wordcount in 3 days. I suck and the world sucks and life sucks.

You don't suck. But I'm with you otherwise.

Betsy, real life has a habit of intruding, everything from job to migraines to kids to brainlock. The not-writing may suck, but you don't.

I'm glad Betsy doesn't suck, because maybe that means I don't suck either. I haven't written anything in a few days either. I could whine, could give some actually decent reasons, but mostly, I just haven't done it. Strangely, I found the newsletter encouraging. I didn't write anything because of it, though. I'm going to go work on it now.

{{hugs}} to everyone who's finding it hard. I know the feeling-- but, I am (so far) doing okay. A fairly steady 2000 words a day. It's hard, but for once I am actually doing the writing I commited myself to. And that feels good.

OK, a giggle, sort of, appropriate for this thread, you bet:

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I suck and the world sucks and life sucks.

And me too! Ah, the sweet odor of commiseration.