It’s two AM, and I can’t sleep. Well, at least I’m not making soap.
I really don’t have anything to say other than that. I can barely type (had to redo “other” four times) and I feel awful. A bug or something. So, I decided to do laundry. Whew. The glamourous life of a game designer/writer.
It’s funny — this is the first time in my life I’ve had my own place. My own space. No roommate, no live-in lover, no anybody. It’s quiet. I can get up at 2 in the morning, stomp around the place, make myself a sandwich, and there’s no-one to worry about waking up. Oh, there’s the neighbors, but that’s it. No-one to watch me, no-one to see.
Kristofferson was right. “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose.” Or, “nobody.”
The agent is looking over my new outline. He likes the changes. Be throwing my book at Ballantine and Tor next week. Cross your fingers.
I already want to change the novel. I’ve got to keep working on other stuff, but I want to go back and change things. I’m a better writer. Wrote it six months ago. I’m better now. Can I go back and make changes? Can I? Can I? Heh. I’m used to this. Reading the Scorpion book is sometimes very painful. Fun, but painful. Reminds me of another activity…
… and with that, I’m gonna try to get some sleep.
Be good kids.