Tuesday, August 16, 2005

In Good Company

It's good to know that other writers felt like this:

The teenage me was cast into deep, dark despair by this. On my seventeenth birthday I had a midlife crisis. There I was seventeen years old and still no novel published! I was a complete and utter failure! What was wrong with me?

Rest Assured...

Now go get the coffee.

(via Jennifer)

I'm Late, I'm Late

Still bumbling around the house here. B was up at 3am to catch a flight back to NY, so I slept in a bit (as much as I hate my job, you almost can't beat the flexibility).

I need some more coffee.

More later.