I wasn't going to post at all today, because I have nothing much to say (not that that ever really stops me) and it's late and I just got home from work and I'm tired. But I've been acting awfully bitchy lately, so I thought I'd post and not complain or whine about rejections or tear some innocent writer to pieces.
Tomorrow starts October, my favorite month. It'll be my birthday soon, and then Halloween! It doesn't matter how old I get, I still look forward to my birthday (no matter how much I pretend I don't). The trees have already started turning just a little in the last week or so, and tomorrow morning it's supposed to be very cold--maybe even down in the 40s! I just hope the cold doesn't hurt the last red rose of the season that my red rose bush has been working on. The pink rose bush just keep blooming and blooming and blooming, but its roses don't smell like much. I value the rare red rose.
So tomorrow's October, and my mom is moving into a house right around the corner from me next week, and guy-who-looks-just-like-Alex is doing well, and Nano's coming up, and even if I don't get any acceptances this month, it's not like I can't write anything else. I've been working on the fourth weredeer novel and I think it has some of the best writing I've done in a while. And if no one ever wants to buy it, at least I can read it.