Tuesday, July 28, 2015

If you hear screaming... it's just me.

Spent the day pretty much running in circles / putting out fires / name your cliche.

I guess it was all stuff that was important.  Still, I hate it when the best laid plans fall apart.

But the good news is that I've got an appointment with an advanced-level poet later tonight to go over the kids' book text (which still isn't working out for me).  I'm hoping that by swapping a few favors we can get this thing hammered out.

Because of that, I may have to cut out abruptly as I chaw down a chimichanga and get cooking.

Hoping further, I'm thinking that might be like lighting the fuse that starts the explosion as far as getting a release schedule roughed out.

I hate just talking about the books.  Time for action!  Time for sweat!  Time to get moving!

I mean, what?  Am I writing action books here?  Action stories hung up in limbo by a lack of action?  The irony itself is enough to make me want to scream.

Yep.  Gonna scream.
I really am.


Live YOUR adventure!
-E.L. Fletcher