Socks and Shorts
Let me start over.
This has little to do with the winter weather and inappropriate attire. What I’m trying to say is I’ve been “socked-in” as of late. Getting my new short stories out and about, promoting them, has proved to be too much work, the kind of work that is not writing…
One-hundred-and-forty-four new “ads” for Twitter. Twelve “titles,” (all my books) one ad each, and nary a repetition for 12 days… plus, alternates and weekly rotations.
Worse than that: updating my website which I haven’t touched in at least a year! I hate HTML, CSS and Dreamweaver… Still, what must be done will be done… eventually. Herculean or Sisyphus-like tasks to be sure, though I’m not sure which yet.
I won’t be writing until March. I miss it, I’m Jonesing. I refuse to listen to my muse till then, no matter how loudly she calls.
This has little to do with the winter weather and inappropriate attire. What I’m trying to say is I’ve been “socked-in” as of late. Getting my new short stories out and about, promoting them, has proved to be too much work, the kind of work that is not writing…
One-hundred-and-forty-four new “ads” for Twitter. Twelve “titles,” (all my books) one ad each, and nary a repetition for 12 days… plus, alternates and weekly rotations.
Worse than that: updating my website which I haven’t touched in at least a year! I hate HTML, CSS and Dreamweaver… Still, what must be done will be done… eventually. Herculean or Sisyphus-like tasks to be sure, though I’m not sure which yet.
I won’t be writing until March. I miss it, I’m Jonesing. I refuse to listen to my muse till then, no matter how loudly she calls.
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