This week will be all about recovery from the effects of hardly ever sleeping for several days in a row, talking all night every night and indulging in a few* recreational beverages, dancing with a dangerously enthusiastic fellow at the Shroud party on Saturday night, laughing to the wheezing point at outrageous tales delivered by James Hogan at the dead-dog party on Sunday night, and driving home for ten hours on Monday. My new cold made itself apparent yesterday. Today I'm doing business work that takes time but not a lot of creativity. I sent off a submission earlier this morning, and I'm about to withdraw a submission that's been at a market for well over a year, and send it somewhere else. I hate the thought of withdrawing it, but this has gone past reasonable delay. I'll be back to writing tomorrow!
*understatement of epic proportions
