Senseless (what day is it again?) Sarcasm : Write
I’m stuck at home, either sleeping, working, or sitting at the computer thinking about sleeping, working…
Soooo… the only way to get it out of my system is to write about it.
My first series has 2 books published. Once my editor is able to help again, I’ll have 3 books published — in a series that has 20 books that span 500 years.
Yes, there’s a family tree for that.
Obviously, THIS is NOT my problem:
According to my sister, the editor, most of my books look like this:
…and that’s what I did. So now, I have an additional 3-book series, a 2-book series, and a stand-alone.
All. In. Draft!!!
According to my 3 fans, my books look like this:
With all this time coughing myself awake, I thought it might be nice to cough sitting up for a while, so I bought into a writing course for $7.50 per month.
It’s not bad, and I suppose if I had the energy to do the assignments I might learn something.
That’s the problem with being sick: All that time to learn, with no brain to learn it with.
This is how I feel at the moment.
Unfortunately, when you have Tourette Syndrome, you might be able to find an editor, but will they be willing to listen while you are nervously tic-spitting at them without a mask?
I am, quite literally,
That’s it in a nutshell. As I quietly spit into the night while coughing, I certainly hope you never have the misfortune to see it happen. It’s sort of like watching a train wreck in slow motion, in the rain, while eating Tide Pods.
Not that I know what Tide Pods taste like…
I’m beginning to feel a lot like this guy:
Are you starting to see red, too?