I’m finally well enough that I think tomorrow I’ll be able to work. At least half the day. But boy, has this been a slog. And part of the problem is that I’ve been good and responsible for probably the first time in my life, and didn’t try to power through the illness.
Of course, you’ll say that it’s because I’m paying for not being good and responsible while working on the house in Colorado, or during the many many trips, from house hunting to moving trips. And I won’t say you’re wrong.
Still, it’s extremely frustrating to now be late with two books, as well as with unpacking in this house, so we can finally be at home. I did do some minimal kitchen unpacking this week, which means it’s semi-functional, but seriously.
Ah, well, at least I’m starting to feel better, right?
Frankly I probably sound a little deranged, so…. you know, normal for me.
Meanwhile, I also did a review of Dave Freer’s book, which you should go buy right now. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. Just buy the book. You may thank me later. If You Buy Only One Book This Year, Buy Cloud Castles by Dave Freer.
(Though keep in mind that Amanda Green and I will thank you if you also buy hers — also out today — and the ones I’m trying to finish and for that matter the other books of this fine group of writers here. But if you can’t afford it, then buy Dave’s. You can catch up with us later.)