I can’t believe it’s Friday again.
I honestly thought that this week would never end.
It’s been a pretty bad one for me.
The crazy girl I was renting from kicked Laura and me out. And she stole our money.
My insomnia has gotten worse. And now when I fall asleep, it’s at like five thirty in the morning.
Eric has been working non-stop so he’s hardly even talked to me at all. Aaannndd
Mom is moving again.
Which means more boxes, more packing, heavy lifting, deep cleaning and getting the grand piano out of her kitchen in one piece.
How does any of this have to do with writing?
Well, it technically doesn’t. This week is why I am not doing a book review, or anything else that has to do with writing.
I did submit my entire novel to an agent a few weeks ago.
I haven’t heard back still. But I am very much freaking out on the inside. And out. I’ve prayed every night that he likes it. But I guess I still have to give it a couple more weeks.
I’m sorry about the non-writer-like post. I really will do better next week. And I’ll include a book review of WAITING.
Over and out.