September 13th, 2004

me

You know you're getting old when . . .

It must be a sign of age that I can go to sleep fine and dandy, and when I wake up, I've managed to hurt myself. Once again, I must have slept funny on my neck. It's all stiff and cricked. Stupid vertebrae.



Writing Stuff:

Mailed off the contract to Fantasist Enterprises for "Souls of Living Wood." Also sent a check to Nathan of Scrybe Press to cover the Ascendancy of Blood chapbooks I bought for Dragon*Con. Of excellent news on that front, I had royalties coming my way, so I could subtract that from the amount I owed him. Money is good. I like moolah. Yup.

Matthew first readered my story. He didn't like it. But then, he never really groks my folk/fairy tales. Nevertheless, he made some good points, which I shall implement and then send the thing up the Critters queue. This is the first time in a very long time that I haven't had something waiting in the queue. Makes me feel like a slacker.
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