Here I am.
Waiting. doot de do.
Till September. gah.
I know. It's only my first time. But really. I may seriously lose my mind.
I try not to think about it. Which works.
For about a week. Or was that a day? Maybe I woke up in the middle of the night and checked my e-mail again...I can't remember...lack of sleep you know. Makes you kinda fuzzy about the edges.
Though I do have other things I need to do.
Like pick the bush beans. Cause that takes about 20 minutes. A day. Yup. *cough*
Or. Um. *checks e-mail* Pick the zucchini. Every 10 minutes. Then fling said zucchini across the road into the woods. My record is the big oak...which is a pretty hefty distance.
OO! Pick and fling hornworms into the road so the cars can squish them! That's always pretty fun. *Checks e-mail*
Yah....I won't be getting a whole lot of writing done till I hear about the ToC for this anthology in September.
Why don't they prescribe valium anymore? Good lord.