This cold is most unwelcome. I should have known something like this would happen. Still, it isn’t as if I would have changed anything–and I had ample opportunity to do so.

Sigh…

Apparently, I am again learning that I have to be pushed right up tight to a deadline to get anything done. I’m working on a rewrite of the 50,000 words I put in during November. It is not a bad piece of writing. Discovering the correct way the bits are exposed is turning out to be a challenge though.

I suppose I could be slaving away, revising ‘Borders’ or ‘Campus Crimes’ or even one of the three ‘Dandelion’ novels I have in the queue, but with the pattern I’ve seen, it is my latest writing that has the most potential to being picked up for publication and I think it would be grand if I placed somewhere in the top 10,000 in the Amazon Breakout Novel Contest.

Sigh…

The temperatures have been so low lately yet the lake hasn’t frozen yet. The bitterness has bitten my cheeks and it has hurt me.

Last weekend we left the state. I hoped I would have been able to get away from the internet, but I couldn’t. I was able to check in with sites I didn’t realize I memorized the passwords to. Bizarre. Even stranger was seeing D. nearly cry. R. was able to pull up the proper Girls with Insurance page and read my essay. He DID NOT cry. I feel you should know that.

The strange part is that this piece seems able to touch people. I didn’t think it was sad, but I’m informed that it is.

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And I was going to get up early and post this. My body had other plans. At least now I know exactly where I am in the cycle of this cold. It seems to be following the one Husband had while we were in PA, so I should be feeling really good in two days. Knock on wood.

Well, off to check Duotrope and then print out the corrections I made last night. Will I be done by the 24th? Your guess is as good as mine.