Am feeling very...spacy today. I think I fried a couple of circuits in my brain with my binge-writing episode yesterday. I have posted three crits - yeah me! - and written nothing today. The desire to start my next YA book is nagging at me, and I really, really want to, but I need to read more in my books on Venice than the table of contents :) Otherwise there will be no setting in the opening chapter. Just dialogue and "she ran through the streets." Which does not an opening chapter make, last I checked ;)

I wasted too much time online in my writing chatroom last night. I should have been reading books on Venice instead. But I had lots and lots of fun ;P And lost track of time and got to bed late. Which may be contributing to the space-cadet feeling. But I did send off a sub - yeah me! the first this month (okay, so it's only been six days, but let me celebrate the small joys, 'k?) - to A&A. I hope they like it (crosses fingers). Or at least don't laugh uproariously upon opening the file :) And I called my agent and left a message. That is all I did to further my writing career today, so I'm not feeling like a very good novelist. :(

And I'm still pissed as hell at the way Alias ended on Sunday.

I think I will indulge in chocolate tonight in order to get out of funk, and stop typing this, because I do not think anything I have said in this post is remotely interesting to anyone except myself. But some days that's what you have to settle for :P

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