Too tied up in knots to do much work on my new novel today, though my Chapter One still holds immense excitement and doesn’t understand the cold shoulder.
I’m distracted by:
- Bad dreams
- Revision nerves
- Cold feet (literally—it’s too cold in here to be wearing these shoes)
- Submission depression over the absolute pointlessness in sending out short stories to lit mags so they can sit there for 9 months and come back with a slip of paper that says no
- Craving of cheese sandwiches
I’m heading home to be with e. I will stop at the supermarket to pick up the makings for cheese sandwiches on the way.