Here we are yet again. This week flew by, crazy. Where did the time go? I got zero writing done, well no..scratch that, maybe about 4k. Which is small fries for me. But I was busy, so I guess I can cut myself some slack. *g*
Without further ado:
1. If you blowtorch Pepto-Bismol, you would get a hunk of metal.
Hmm...makes me wonder if that's a good or bad thing, considering we ingest the stuff.
2. The chances of you dying on the way to get your lottery tickets is greater than you chances of winning.
Well...that's just depressing.
3. A Native American tribe in South Dakota collects bottle caps left by campers, using them as currency. Several banks in the area now recognize the caps as legal tender.
I'm so moving there, instant millionaire! *vbg*
I don't know if it's the end of the week blues, contest overload, a hundred and one (not really, but close) agent rejections...or just the fact that sometimes you wake up and just feel blue, but I'm suffering from a serious case of I-can't-write-worth-crap-itis. Sigh...I'm doubting everything I've written, question my ability to write new material that won't be rejected a million and one times (you see how that number just grew? Was raised by a fisherman, what can I say *g*) or have my entry be ripped to shreds by people who would be potential readers. I'm frozen with indecision, whether to self pub, or continue to let my stuff sit and gather dust on my hard drive.
Also just read Kristen Nelson's blog and she said agents are beyond sick of romance paranormal's. Yeah...sigh, that was the proverbial cherry on the crappy sundae. Well, onward and upwards...
Have a great weekend all!