If you didn’t know Schu was evil, you haven’t been paying attention.
Why is it the more fun a person is to write, the more I really don’t think I’d like to meet them in real life?
Ah well. Must go to bed. I’ve got to start getting seven hours of sleep, preferably more. I am NOT one of these people who brags about working themselves into an early grave. I want to live and write as long as possible!
I got the name and address put on the cover letter, and the cover letter in the envelope with the manuscript, and it’s all waiting on the launching pad. I have cash in my wallet, and I’ll need to go buy lunch tomorrow, as I planned for not having food. Which means I really ought to get my ms mailed tomorrow. Right?
Let us hope. Damn this is scary.