I’m not sick and I’m not even particularly tired. What I am is just not going anywhere this weekend, and the novel’s out. Absent running out into the street and waving people down to buy my chapbook, there’s not much really for me to do today.
…Well, that’s not true. I have to get started on finishing up [PROJECT SHIVA]*so that I can send it around to be rejected for the next five years. I understand that’s an integral part of the writing experience. But other than that… naptime, baby. Such an underrated activity, napping. Although you never actually hear of anybody complaining about naps…
*God damn it I needed to nap even more. Good eye, Constant Reader acemarke.
