Didn't feel that well on Friday. Really hoped to have a fever as an excuse to stay home from school. Nope. I went to school and was fairly boring and innocuous throughout the day. Then took a super long nap, only getting up once the children had gone to bed. This is a clue to me that my feeling sick is not purely physical. It has to do with not wanting to be around people. Small, chaotic, intense, probably whiny and yelly people.
The night before I was listening to some song that isn't even sad and I couldn't stop crying. I had to listen to it a bunch of times to see if it had some secret hidden sad lyrics, but it doesn't. Just a heart-breaking sounding voice. Singing about light. Go figure.
Anyway, last night and this morning couldn't be bothered to drag myself out of bed. Didn't feel THAT bad either physically or mentally, but the combination was enough to briefly kick my ass.
Back up now.
Right. So I am working on getting my romance novel manuscript out there. Going through the depressing process of acquiring rejection slips from scads of agents. Because that is what I need to do. Already have received my first few rejections. It's not that much fun.
Hey, thanks a lot, but we really don't feel that your work is saleable. We don't feel that we would be the best people to market your book. It's a very competitive market and we wish we could say that you had a prayer in hell.
Helpful comments like that.
Here's what I need to remember:
Because I think it is a good book and worth reading. Fun to read. With characters that people will care about.
Daughter is sick. Which is too bad because she has been looking forward to Easter for ever. Which is funny, because it is my least favorite holiday. All candy and no joy for someone who doesn't really go in for the resurrection. But as a five-year-old, the "all candy" bit makes this the greatest holiday ever.
Grateful Crap: spellcheck. Because even though I spell a bunch of stuff wrong, (faciitis - which spell check doesn't know either) think of how much worse it could be! (Think of my poor students when I am forced to write on the whiteboard. [[shudder]]
slept a bunch
light exercise today
time with family
Quaker, teacher, parent,