Spent the day pretty much running in circles / putting out fires / name your cliche.
I guess it was all stuff that was important. Still, I hate it when the best laid plans fall apart.
But the good news is that I've got an appointment with an advanced-level poet later tonight to go over the kids' book text (which still isn't working out for me). I'm hoping that by swapping a few favors we can get this thing hammered out.
Because of that, I may have to cut out abruptly as I chaw down a chimichanga and get cooking.
Hoping further, I'm thinking that might be like lighting the fuse that starts the explosion as far as getting a release schedule roughed out.
I hate just talking about the books. Time for action! Time for sweat! Time to get moving!
I mean, what? Am I writing action books here? Action stories hung up in limbo by a lack of action? The irony itself is enough to make me want to scream.
Yep. Gonna scream.
I really am.
Live YOUR adventure!