Dizzy all day yesterday. Went to sleep-the first time-around 6pm- woke up long enough to watch a really bad movie on Syfy. Why am I so drawn to bad movies, esp. horror movies, when I'm sick? "Boneeater" with aged and faded Bruce Boxleitner, Victoria Strauss, Gil Gerard. Walter Koenig in a brief cameo looked the best of any of them. So bad. Followed by bad dreams of that kind of cast for my movie. Gah. Hate being sick. Restless night. Up this morning feeling at least rested. Still dizzy with what feels like the beginnings of a cough. Gah, I say! No fever yet, but definitely not right.

Hate getting sick!!

Yesterday

Fan writes with effusive praise for NR series. Asks if White Road is last book. Asks for a response.

Me: Polite friendly response. Yes to more books.


Today

Fan writes back to say that all the books since Traitors Moon have been a mistake and weak and authors shouldn't push series too far because they always become repetitive, blah blah blah at length.

Me: Delete message. Wonders sourly how any of my books repeat a plot. Feel sucker punched. Vent to LJ


I shouldn't read email before I've had more coffee.

Off to put on my big girl pants and meditate and get down to work. Writing more weak repetitive prose . . . .

OK, OK! No more sulking.

Vent complete. The cushion beckons.


(waaaaaaambulance tag courtesy of the poetic and wonderful kythiaranos It makes me laugh)