…considerably, in fact. But damned if I haven’t found the limits to my introversion at this point. If you had asked me in, oh, I don’t know, 2019 or something I would’ve said I didn’t have any. That would appear to be, ah, incorrect. Go figure.
Moe Lane
PS: Still haven’t heard back anything from WashingCon. Even though they’re selling tickets at this point. I think I may have to sell my books somewhere else in March. Time to go start looking for venues…
#commissionearned
Short version: that book I have a short story in? It turns out that at least the original print version has it in there with a different name on the byline. I knew that this was a problem for other people, but it looked OK on the galley proofs so I didn’t worry about it. The larger problem is that, according to the Amazon previews at least, the error is still there. Now maybe the previews weren’t updated and the text itself is fine, but I can’t tell with the Kindle version without buying a copy, and I’m not going to do that. The idea is to make money from writing.
Naturally, this all became known after business hours. I don’t want to overreact and/or make a scene. But, dagnabbit: first professional fiction sale. So… I am just a little bit out of sorts, is what I am saying here.
Moe Lane
PS: I’m just venting. I’m sure that the problem will get fixed. Heck, I’m still getting paid, right?
Come, I will conceal nothing from you: the last two weeks have been absolute Hell on Earth, although the last one had actually been spent in Limbo (albeit on an expired tourist visa). But. Benchmarks were hit, last night. I am in a more chipper mood than I expected to be, and a much more chipper mood than I feared I would be.
So, I’m taking the morning off. Well, technically I’m taking the early afternoon off, too, but that doesn’t count because it’s my kids’ school-related. Either way, time to flush all this adrenaline poisons or whatever the heck they’re called from my system.
Not the happiest day we’ve had around here, although at least it was mostly just grim. Not the sort of day one associates with happy thoughts about the fate and nature of humanity. So, let’s go find some unambiguously good news. Good news in general. Open thread, in other words.
…God damn.
