I should go to bed, but I like the quiet of the house. I have to figure out how to build in some more quiet time. I’ve made a tentative list in my head of things I’d like to do. I want to move the day lilies out of the yard. I want to make an afghan for one of my friends who has fucked her leg and to make one for my coworker’s kid. I want to finish the edits on Ben & Sue. I want to send back out the two stories I have on the market. I want to contact the editor of the anthology that is never happening and ask for “Sarah Clark” back so that I can shop it around some.
And, weirdly, I think that’s it.
Keep my head down. Wait for the funk to pass. Continue to wait for the funk to pass, I guess. It’s funny. I feel like this funk is the mental equivalent of a summer cold–something is wrong, but you just have to live with it until its had its way through you.
I’m wrong about October not picking up until the 12th. I forgot that “The Witch Who Ends the World” comes earlier than that. And it may be my favorite story of the whole bunch. Not the best, but my favorite.