I don't even want to talk about Tuesdays. Tuesdays are awful. Leave for work at 7:30 am, get home about 8:30 pm.
Absolutely nothing's going on with my writing. No acceptances or rejections, no word counts to speak of. I am in one of those fallow periods that seem to come this time of year. I'm holding my breath, ready for spring. Daffodils are blooming, and tomorrow it's supposed to be 70-some degrees. Today it's still cold.
I did get my contract for Jack of All Trades back a few days ago, which was nice, and I need to email the artist a reply (I can't wait until I have art I'm allowed to show you--this guy is amazing!), and I need to--argh--finish the time travel story. It's a Jack of All Trades tie-in, explanation why to follow one of these days. Anyway, now that I wrote all that, I realize that it's not that nothing's going on, it's that I'm just not digging into a new project right now. I really want a new project. But I have to get all the old project stuff done first and also let my brain rest up a little.