…but I don’t really feel like it. I’ve having a bit of Post Traumatic Bush Disorder, what with the nausea and a loss of will to live. Or maybe I’m just coming down with a cold. I was so fired up a week ago, too. I was going to underpromise and overdeliver—write everyday of the week and actually start on that tutorial series I said so long ago that I would do. Well, screw it. Let me wallow in my…
Okay, in honor of NaNoWriMo, I will attempt to get back into writing and post here at least three times a week. No novels for now. Perhaps maybe a novella on the side. But definitely, most definitely, I need to start posting regularly again. I meant to do it in October. Hell, I meant to do it in September. And August. And July. June. May. April. All of this year! But the days just go by, and suddenly I realize…
Now that I’m slogging through 300 e-mails a day, designing covers here and there, managing a handful of artists, and skimming through numerous forums and lists for major announcements—all on top off doing my full-time day job—I’ve kind of let this whole web log thing get away from me again. I almost forgot about it this month. Almost. The endless comment spam made me come back to it. Okay, so you got my attention. Yes, I’ll buy a penis extender….
Whew! Thanks for the concern, but it turns out that I may not be all that hot after all. Well, no. I’m hot, but I’m not perimenopausal hot. As it happens, southern California is having some kind of heat wave again, and because H.E. takes great pleasure in commenting on my small range of tolerance in temperatures, I made the assumption that something was wrong with me. “It wasn’t even all that hot. It was only [insert a two- or…
Some days, I think guys have all the luck. Not that I’m complaining—at least not more than usual. I know all too well that I should be grateful for the prescription that tricks my body every month so that I’m not feverish, breaking out in a cold sweat, vomiting, or suffering The Cramps From Hell. But after years of relative comfort and bliss, I suddenly feel like I’m 60 years old and menopausal. In other words, why the hell am…