Post-Fight

The hangover has begun… and just as always there’s been no party.

How inordinately unfair is that? I mean really. Beleaguered with a chronic panic disorder, humbled by squirmy anxiety up to my eyeballs and further weirded out by OCD-issues even my psychiatrist chooses not to touch with a ten foot pole, you’d think some kind of a break would have been earned. 

Not a big break. Oh, no. Just a little lessening of the mental acrobats required to survive a day would do.

Fine. Throw me in a cage with three mental illnesses. It might be messy, it certainly will be ugly but I will crawl out of there breathing.

But when I do manage to ungracefully drag myself out of there, it would be nice not to have the floor cave in on me.

Yep. I’m currently “enjoying” a little time in the basement of complete and utter exhaustion.

Limp noodle time.

Bad, bad blogging day.

Apologies for this effort.

Tomorrow should be a travel day which means no post. Enjoy the break. You’ve certainly earned it if you’ve read this far.

Until Monday…

Chloe

Let's Get It On

With my normal post-novel hangover no doubt lurking in the shadows somewhere real, real close, I am a little hesitant to revel too much in my Quiver-ing achievement.

(Get it? Quiver-ing and the book’s name was Quiver?... yes, pretty pathetic, I’ll admit. Any and all good stuff, I’m afraid, got squeezed out yesterday into the book. Apologies.)

Anyhow, as you can tell, I’m working at about a 14 percent clip this morning. 

At least I am here and it is still morning. Got to give me some credit there, right?

(Last night’s late, late post was a little weird. I felt like I should have had Kenny G playing in the background and the whole blog cast in “Let’s Get It On” mood lighting. *shudders*)

I’ve still got to finish up the sell copy this morning and get the cover design form into the publishing house, but after that I am putting to bed both Samuel and Brevyn and leaving them to their own wanton desires for a bit.

The American Revolution and mainstream historic romance calls!

And I am so excited to answer that it’s really, really silly… as evidenced by the really, really silly grin currently plastered to my face.

Alright, off to your day! I’ve got a hangover to host.

Have a marvelous Thursday, my friends.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe