Also, Dead Isle Chapter Ten is posted. It seems very short, I'm not sure what's up with that.
I was thinking in the shower this morning -- because showers are so boring, oh my god, and you have to take one every day -- about blogging and journal-keeping and the rest. I never really kept a journal until I had a computer I could take with me, not for lack of trying on the parts of various therapists and well-meaning family members. I never have been and probably never will be the kind of person who can sit down and do a chunk about themselves all in one go; I blog scenes from my life or stuff I did, but never all the stuff I did. There's nothing wrong with doing it that way, it's just not something I could ever do, and if posterity does decide I'm somehow historically relevant they're going to think I led a way more interesting life than the reality.
Like, I cook a lot, but I generally only talk about it if something goes hilariously wrong. Also, Awkward Coworker and I talk about a lot of boring crap, you guys just get the funny bits.
I haven't been especially interesting the last few weeks in particular, because I'm not really getting past this cold as fast as I'd like. Plus whenever I'm editing a novel I always feel like it becomes a second job: I go, do my job, come home, and do my other job until (see: cold) I fall asleep at nine o'clock.
On the plus side, it turns out that annoying eyelid twitch was totally caused by exhaustion, and when I get nine hours of sleep a night it magically stops. I'm hoping I won't have to keep that up, because I could be using at least four of those hours to do something productive.
Well. Sort of productive.
I keep thinking only a week or two and I'm in the clear, but these next two weeks that will just plain not be true, and after that I have to go to Vegas for Mum's birthday, and after that comes the traditional Week Of Poverty at the end of the month.
So, June. JUNE IS THE GOAL.