Guest post and other rambling.

I have a guest post on Cherry Mischievous. It involves psychoanalysis and all sorts of pretentious goodness.

They linked a Leonard Cohen namedrop (told you it had pretentious goodness) with a wikipedia page explaining who he is. I almost want to tell them to put in a note that says, “You know, that guy who did a cover of that Jeff Buckley song.” Oy. But enough sarcasm, just for a second. I’m actually thrilled to be given soapboxes by the generous people who are providing them for me lately.

Also, now that I’m no longer nauseated, I’m a bit more coherent than this morning. But now I find myself obsessed with checking Amazon rankings. I know they mean nothing, especially in my case, and that it’s unproductive, but a day into it, this is the only feedback I have. But then, do I even want feedback? On one hand, being an adult would mean accepting the fact that some people are going to think my novel is complete bullshit no matter what. But on the other, why rattle myself with negative opinions when I already have enough trouble valuing my own work, whether music or writing?

Anyway. These are the things I think about when forced to not run due to fucked peroneal muscles in my right leg. Be nice to your peroneal muscles, kids!