Beware of Cranky (Rawr)

I’m tired. I’m grumpy. I ate too much carbs. My desk is trashed (though I cleaned it Friday) and I don’t wanna write. Or edit. Or read. I have overdue library books because the kid forgot to put them in the car this morning. (They are HER BOOKS. *scowl* )

I tried to be good and call my dad today, and I didn’t reach him. I called my stepsister, and didn’t reach her. I called my grandfather and didn’t reach him.

That cover still needs more poking, but my hand hurts and I don’t wanna.

My muses are playing hell with Kolya’s story. You know, the one that’s already at twenty thousand words? Yeah, that one. They want to throw in a major event as a subplot, which absolutely must change the theme of the book or it makes no sense to put it in there though chronologically it’s time for it.

If I go with this, I may have to do some looking into why I feel the need to write every other book or so about family. >_>

Bleh.

This episode of whining brought to you by one tired puppy of an overwhelmed writer. I’ll be better tomorrow. I swear.