So sick and tired. Sick and tired x 1,000,000.
In February I got an abscess with fevers. Very sick, and it wouldn’t go away. Lasted weeks. Gone now, finally, but the ME punishment for it is like a house landing on me and pinning me down.
Crawling through day after day, and every once in a while I wonder if I’ll ever have sufficient physical and mental energy to tidy up the (used to be a published pdf, now converted to a slightly distorted Word doc) formatting in A Flight of Thieves ready for re-releasing it.
I was aiming for a springtime release, but it’s spring already I think and I’m still in midwinter. So it will appear when it appears. I hope.
Then I’ll need to do the same thing with Gifted.
It’s like a pair of mountains I want to climb but I’m buried up to my chest in solid soil, vertical, immobile, staring at the heights from the lowland.
I just want to get my books back out there. Such a trivial administrative task, but impossibly huge for me right now.
So, that’s me. Catching up. Caught up. Hurting like some team of bastards keep battering me with baseball bats, hour after hour after hour. Falling back into the black hole now to try and recover from the energy I just used writing this post.