Networking issues today. You come back tomorrow!
Meanwhile, I blame BJ and Cassie for my current obsession. They egged me on mercilessly, and I am weak. I also cast blame in other directions. Nor Alex the other voice of mature feminine wisdom, has tried to hold the other two back.
Then there is the Wife Unit‘s indifference to my plight. She only wants to see a completed manuscript.
Then my critique partner thinks I am working on The Baby Dancers, when I am not but now I have to finish the chapter and send it out to her before she mails me a box of rabid weasels.
Woe is me! Woe is me I say!
Well you know what, I am going out tonight. With MEN. Where we will do MANLY things, like eat STEAK, drink SCOTCH and play VIDEO GAMES.
Okay, going to press the Publish button now. It may or may not show up on the Interwebs. Perhaps that is a good thing.
Blood… sugar… low…