The meeting was uneventful, my company is still chugging along, and I probably should have stayed in bed. I felt like I was sowing black death every time I wheezed out an exhalation.
I'm seriously worried that I may have given this ick bug to Hobkin, as he's been sleeping a lot more (if that's possible), and rubbing his nose a lot. And when he sleeps, his nose sometimes makes a sort of wet, snuffly noise. His appetite is fine, though. We're increasing the amount of bell pepper in his diet to make sure he's getting enough Vitamin C.
I feel utterly craptacular. *snog*
I'm going to reset my 500 words/day counter so I can keep a tally of days for 2005 that I've managed to achieve my goal.
However, I'm still pinging away at my 100 words/day progress.
Did a pass over the flash piece I wrote for yack_yoniga's flash contest and posted it. Sorry folks, I want to keep my first publication rights if I don't win, so I'm requesting that it remain screened. Started on a critique for Critters. Had a hard time focusing through the bleariness which is my brain. Will finish it up and send it out tomorrow. I've got several more that I want to do. We'll see.
Received a 30-day "Both editors really enjoyed reading . . . but" from Aeon with a pretty detailed critique. As rejects go, this one was pretty spiffy.
And a 133-day "no, but try us again" from Paradox.
Did two rewrite passes on the Princess Fantasy, stuck a fork in and called it done. It's now officially in my "hold for Cicada" queue.
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