This morning, I really did get nothing done. Zilch. Nada. Couldn’t even get to the point where I opened a Word document. I got up at the usual time, got to the computer at the usual time, did the usual e-mail/surfing for fifteen minutes, and then couldn’t figure out what to do. I’m waiting for some edits from my agent, so I couldn’t get up the gumption to work on the novel, I’ve edited my Wee Small Stories August submission to the point where it squeals in terror every time I open the document. I was brain locked on the Inhuman essay I’m writing. Crap. Could’ve had an extra hour of sleep, at least.
I wrote a two-page essay about Slade’s next book, Swastika which is part review part overview, since I know some of the story behind the story. Slade sent it to his publicist and it will be included in the press kit that goes out with copies for review. Might give me a little publicity, since there’s mention of my web page and The Road to the Dark Tower in my bio. I’ve given permission to quote from it at will. No monetary compensation, just the old, infamous “payment in exposure,” which rarely means all that much, but I did this as a favor and if it makes one more reviewer aware of me maybe it’ll pay forward sometime in the future.
Or maybe not. *shrug* The thing with life is…you just never know.
