I am trying to keep on keeping on by getting back on a schedule. The Kid has gone on to the next stage of his summer journey. I miss him already. I don’t like the moving on thing. It makes me think about Steve. I try not to think about the people I will never see again, particularly when I am about to be forced to see someone who I could live a rich, full life without ever seeing again.
So in a true effort to embrace my denial, I am working on a number of projects.
My head already hurts.
I am not exactly depressed, or nonplussed. I am more flabbergasted with a side of cold fingers of shock jabbing me in the heart and soul (minus the piano music)
All I can do is stare straight ahead and try not to shriek.
And in other news, I am busily reading and reviewing short stories for an erotica website.
Translation, I’m reading x rated content from different genres. And every single thing I say or think is starting to sound like porn.
I am learning a lot, not in a dirty way, but a lot about the ebook business in general.
As a whole( you would be surprised at how dirty that sounds to me right now) It’s not a bad gig, because I read really fast, and it’s easy work.
I also am getting into a groove (dirty) and I can actually stop and write some of my own stuff.
I just got pole-axed (also dirty) by some disturbing news.