• Mood: resigned

Addicted to coffee . . . again

I'm managed to addict myself to coffee, and of course the requisite mega-doses of caffeine, again. Despite the reasonably functional chunk of gray matter that I carry around in my skull, I continue to believe on some illogical, irrational, and just plain dim-witted level (despite the overwhelming excess of first-person evidence to the contrary), that I can counter the effects of one drug with another. The Clonazepam that I've been taking to nick the edge off my wing stub pains makes me groggy and muzzy-headed, so I slam various caffeine-delivery mechanisms and end up muzzy-headed and twitchy. And then when I stop taking the Clonazepam, I get headaches if I try to quit the caffeine administration.

And my wing stubs still hurt.

Stupid body.



Writing Stuff:
Found the Eternal Night website roundabout via jack_yoniga and discovered a very nice review on it for Ascendancy of Blood:

"A refreshing look at a traditional tale. Eugie Foster has written an enchanting little tale that keeps the reader interested until the very last word."
--Lesley

And discovered this fine review of "Returning My Sister's Face" from the Science Fiction Romance Newsletter:

"'Returning My Sister’s Face' by Eugie Foster is a ghost story about avenging wronged love in a medieval oriental setting . . .The author maintains a sense of suspense throughout, and the narrative style is so compelling I could almost hear the slow, dignified plinking of ancient oriental music as I read it."
--Joyce Ellen Armond

Due to either the caffeine OD, or the Clonazepam residue, I was tempted to bite off my own fingers, giving myself a Really Good™ excuse for why I didn't write today. Alas, I only ended up gnawing on a knuckle or two, then forced myself to toil on the novel.

Words: 500 And they were all crap.

Club 100 for Writers
48

500/day
16