Fuck Me, But I Am Tired

Been tired and a bit angry lately, especially at work, which has slowed to an abusive crawl the last few days. I decided to do something about it and asked for a day off next week. The resulting conversation was less than optimal, and frustrating in the extreme. I got the time off, but I'm sick of having to fight for it each time, it only aggravates me further.

While home life is going well, I have a lot of work to do on the novel and need to finish the scenarios I am writing for 93 Games Studio. The scenarios are keeping me busy, and it is rewarding work, but I am feeling hung up on the novel. Most frustrating is the fact I am not sure why I am hung up.

Concern for the future has me anxious, but then I suppose everyone feels that at one time or another.

Today Was A Good Day

I had begun to despair that the things I had written under contract would not be seen this year, if at all. I have been paid, the checks deposited. There was just no word at all on what was happening, so I just went on to work on the novel. When I did get word, it wasn't what I wanted to hear.

Yesterday the first piece was put up for final checks of the format and editing. I experienced a thrill that I am still riding seeing my name on it.

The second piece went up today for the final check-through. The artwork selected for it is slick, and portraits of the characters very nice. I'm thrilled.

It's small print and electronic at that, it ain't a novel, and it doesn't even qualify for SFWA.

But it is: paid for, done, nearly out, and mine...

A quiet contentment spreads wings 'neath my breastbone...