Miss Alice and I are not very happy at the moment. Lunch, while yummy, has left an unpleasant taste in my mouth and left her unhappily searching for a comfortable position. Needless to say, we’re both miserable.
So we’re lying in bed, watching Iron Man and avoiding any real work. My alter ego is steadily chugging along in her world of hearts and flowers (and whips and chains and various things that even I’m too young to know about), and she has sort of taken control. You see, Siobhan likes to do things her way. And she’s a little insane, so sharing headspace with her is sort of like having an ADHD monkey on your shoulder all day, every day.
Yesterday she finished a sweet little story that she’s using to attract readers in a blog hop starting in a few weeks. Also, she and I both submitted freebie stories to No Boundaries Press for publicity. She seems to be a lot more active than I am right now, and though I really should be doing something useful (like self-editing Rock N’ Roll Angel for the NBP anthology), I just can’t seem to get my butt in gear.
TOO MUCH P/R!
Two blogs, two facebooks, two email addresses… only one twitter account so far. And don’t even get me started on all the review and book sites that I have to create and manage a SECOND account.
The good news is that Rooster and I already have our room for Fandom Fest next year. *facepalm* Which means that I need to get my bio over to Stephen… like, YESTERDAY.
This has been a completely unproductive rant, but as you can see, my head is a little full. Plus I have a cat demanding attention now. I think that means I’m done.