Angela N. Hunt

Good morning, folks.

No new photo to share today.  I am underwater on the Broken Rainbow edit and it is going very slow.  I’ll get there, just not as soon as I would like.  I am seriously concerned in fact that I will miss my deadline.

It’s a very unpleasant feeling.

That being said, unpleasant or not and difficult edit or not, the book itself is one that I’m proud of.  The bits that aren’t broken are some of the best stuff I’ve written in this trilogy.  It’ll feel really strange when it’s all over and done with, though apparently that’s way down the road at the rate I’m editing.

My weekend is already scheduled which fills me with dismay.  I don’t know how I’m going to cram everything I want to do into 48 hours.  Meeting.  Editing.  Go see Harry Potter (because I really don’t want to miss it on the big screen.)  The one thing I probably won’t get is enough sleep, but eh, sleep’s for the weak.

Note that photo editing and painting are not on that list.  *sigh*  And I’ve gained weight.  Haven’t been able to run in weeks.  Just no time with the book edit.

There are not enough hours in the ever loving day.  I need to clone myself. 

In other news, the Bean is no longer limping.  *iz relieved*  The virus seems to have burned out.  Thank you to everyone who held her in the light this week.  It meant the world to me and kept this Momma from completely losing her mind.  The Bean, herself, of course, found it to be a complete irritation and did not see what the big deal was. 

She’s one tough little 2-year-old.

Now here’s hoping this crossposts to LJ.

After too much nonsense, I’ve got the blog moderately set up.  There’s still miles to go and a million other things to do, but it’s up, if lacking majorly in content.  *sigh*

WordPress, you are not easy to deal with.

I’d have a picture today for you if I had half a brain, but it’s been that kind of week.  Possibly later.

In other news, the Bean is ill and I spent most of yesterday running her around to various doctors, though we managed to avoid irradiating the toddler, for which I am grateful.  We all know how that ends.  Not well.  *looks pointedly at Peter Parker*  Last thing I need is a 2 year old with superpowers.

There’s more going on, but I can’t think of it.  Suffice to say that I am frikken’ tired.

How are all of you?

…and losing my mind, but here we go.