Sometimes the planets just don’t quite align in one’s favor. It’s not like things have been really that awful, but the past couple of days have just not been top-notch, mostly due to the fact that I’ve either had a virus or food poisoning or the flu. I spent the entire day yesterday in bed, and I didn’t enjoy it, either. Then, on top of everything, we went to get some money from an ATM this afternoon and no money came out, though the receipt did say the money was deducted from our account. On a Sunday, no less. So, tomorrow we have to go and convince the bank that we didn’t get our money. This doesn’t help my healing process.
Part of my funk may have to do with my writing. I’ve been working on the fourth book in the Alafair series since January, writing and writing and writing, and I haven’t gotten to the point yet. Of course, I go through this every time I start a new piece. (But what if this is the one time it doesn’t work out?)
I got the ARC (galley proofs) for the third book, The Drop Edge of Yonder, last week, and have been going through it. I also sent photos to the cover artist. This book will have a picture of a young woman on it who is not a relative of mine. She’s a lovely young lady I found in the Tempe Historical Society photograph collection. I also received the contract and advance, so Drop Edge is really and truly a go. The official publication date is October 2007, but I understand it will actually be available in September.
I don’t seem to be my usual sparkling self, Dear Reader, so I shall leave it at that and promise to be more interesting next time – which will be after the Women of Mystery banquet with J.A. Jance, how much more fascinating could that be?
And now I’m off to take a nap.