I’ve been really tired lately. We’re adjusting to our two new bundles of joy and catastrophe, evil genius Butch and his minion Flint. (cf, this post.)
The Kickstarter Project, well, I don’t think it’s going to happen. I think the idea is basically sound, but I tried launching it too early. I just don’t have enough of a following to get any momentum going.
Promotion in other areas is going slow, but I think it’s spreading. These things just take time. Tomorrow I should get a list of the winners for my GoodReads Giveaway. Right now I think GoodReads is the best promotional tool a starting writer can have–if you don’t have an author’s profile on GoodReads, you’re wrong. Get one.
I need to put a submission together for the literary magazine at work. I think I’m going to hit them with a handful of sonnets.
My personal life has been chaotic, but is settling down. The details are, I feel, outside of the province of this blog, but I’m happy to drop enigmatic hints if it will increase my mystique. Suffice to say, I have an interesting personal life. (Now you’re all intrigued and stuff.)
Work is a lot of work. It makes me tired and sore and sometimes grumpy. Today was a good day to be clambering around on rooftops, though. October is kind of the only good month Saint Louis has.
I should be writing more on Cannibal Hearts.
Tonight we had Italian at THE BESTEST ITALIAN RESTAURANT EVAH!
That’s about it. I’m beat. I’ll be all profound and clever-like later. After I get some sleep.