Someday I'll make it right
I'm realizing how tired I really am. I have not been in good health since April, but I really crashed in June when I lost a month's access to my doctors but more importantly my regular medications and I have just not yet recovered. I'm tired when I spend the day running around. I'm tired when I don't leave the apartment. I can get wiped out by an errand to the post office or the library. I have watched almost no movies this month and it is weighing heavily on me that I haven't written about any for my Patreon—I don't want to shortchange my patrons—but just getting my work done day after day has been leaving my brain feeling like a wet slate. Everything feels like a responsibility. I am not complaining that Readercon went as well as it did, but I think it may have been done entirely with adrenaline and mirrors. I can't even calculate how much I didn't sleep this month.
Forget the Sleepless Shores has now acquired several extraordinarily complimentary blurbs which I am looking forward to having attached to the book itself, the physical object which I am also looking forward to. I am working on putting a website together before the street date which is now less than two weeks away. Then it will be in the wild and that should be fascinating.
Our cats remain good cats. Hestia earlier squiggled underneath the drawers of my desk like a ferret; I have no idea what she was hunting or if she caught it, but she emerged finely coated with dust bunnies and looking pleased with herself. Autolycus has been hanging out on his favorite stack of boxes, dangling his long arms like some kind of Anansi-kitten:

Our eldritch cat.
Forget the Sleepless Shores has now acquired several extraordinarily complimentary blurbs which I am looking forward to having attached to the book itself, the physical object which I am also looking forward to. I am working on putting a website together before the street date which is now less than two weeks away. Then it will be in the wild and that should be fascinating.
Our cats remain good cats. Hestia earlier squiggled underneath the drawers of my desk like a ferret; I have no idea what she was hunting or if she caught it, but she emerged finely coated with dust bunnies and looking pleased with herself. Autolycus has been hanging out on his favorite stack of boxes, dangling his long arms like some kind of Anansi-kitten:

Our eldritch cat.

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I am really enjoying your book.
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I continue to be surprised and delighted by your turns of phrase, even when you haven't been sleeping. ^_^
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I've been awake until 5am, 5:30am, 6am, 6:30am lately, and getting so little sleep that my balance-problems/falls-risk are becoming more of a danger.
This morning I got into bed at 5am, and had a massive anxiety attack that kept me awake until after 7am. So I didn't get anywhere near enough sleep to be functional. :(
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THAT PHOTO! I think you've mentioned that he is polydactyl, but I haven't really seen his paws so clearly before. Also his nose is adorable and he looks as if he is plotting his next coup.
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That souns very reasonable (but completely rubbish) - I do hope you begin to recover again now.
Your cats are, indeed, splendid.
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Let me know if there's anything I - or my car - can do that would help you be less exhausted.
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I plan to have a review for you by the time of your launch--very much enjoying all the tales I've never read, plus reading afresh the ones I have.
I hope when your medication does finally come, it will help. In the meantime, I hope you're able to seize whatever minutes of rest come your way. Don't worry about the Patreon--no one will feel shortchanged. Each review you write is better than two or three elsewhere.
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I just wish you sleep. And less paperwork fuckery.
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Review incoming.
And it's coming up on eighteen years since I thought there was a ghost singing along the pipes in the hallway, and chai ought to count for something energetic and life-giving.
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Do not, I beg you, fret about Patreon. The reviews come like meteors, now and then or all at once, but always dazzle and delight.
...several extraordinarily complimentary blurbs
Proud to have been asked. I only hope I've done you justice.
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Another Patron happy to wait, because your writing is always witty, educational, and insightful.
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