Remember that story I started last week? The one that was going to be about 8,000 words or so and done on Friday?
Yeah, it’s not done, and at 11,200ish words I am only about half-way. It will be done this week but not much else will be done. Including blogging. I am feeling dry where opining is concerned and that is so unlike me, but I just feel fictionish right now.
And a publicist at Random House sent me a book out of the blue hoping I would “read it and share my thoughts with my readers”. I have no clue how she got my mailing address or if brand spanking hot off the presses hardcover books from publishing heaven are going to be a regular occurrence from now on. But now I have another book on the “have to” read and review list.*
And that’s it. Nothing more to blog about today. Life is writing and husband and child and doing dishes by hand. There’s spin and yoga and MidKid’s cat puking in the garage because it may be bulimic. And it’s still winter.
*Yeah, I know the woman took a chance when sending it and I owe her nothing but – did I mention it’s a hardcover? – I feel for the author. Someday I will want bloggers to read and write (favorably with luck) about me and I don’t want to spoil any future karma.