Today was one of those days where nothing particularly unusual happened,* but all of the usual happened all at once and never let up for a second.
I’m exhausted and tapped out and calling it a day before my nose hits the keyboard for the third time and I have to explain the odd checkerboard pattern embossed on my face to everyone all morning.
Actual content tomorrow, I promise.
Meanwhile, Janet Reid has some information on an interesting contest for aspiring, unpublished, American (sorry!) novelists (again, sorry!). It’s being sponsored by Fine Print Literary Agency and the prize looks pretty good.
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*Including, I’m sorry to say, the Incident Report I had to file this afternoon. I think things would be far less complicated if young men had antlers they could smack together—outside, if you don’t mind— to take the edge off.
Earful of Cider 
If young men had antlers, my house would look like swiss cheese.
Sweet dreams.
Yeah, and we’d be picking up a lot of books, too. Never mind!
Are you telling me there was a fight? In the library? Does that happen often?
Hope you got some rest!
Often enough, unfortunately. This one was mostly posturing and bad language, but it was still pretty tense.
Silly boys, they’re so uncivilized. I hope the checkerboard pattern was avoided and you got some zzzs.
XO
I did, though the pillow flattened my nose a bit—six hours face down will do that to you. 🙂
Oh, how this made me laugh. I’ve been sitting here with the computer humming and nodding off over a book. And it’s a great book! But I am freakin’ exhausted.
It’s five times worse when it’s my book I’m nodding over! 😛
But I was fine today—no fever, no sleepies . . . No brash young men!
Are you going to enter the contest?
Pigeon isn’t ready, yet. But I know several people who occasionally drop my who might have finished novels . . .