I know: it has been eons.
Most of you (probably happily) forgot I existed. Or that I did so in this format. Well, I’m back. And I am sorry to return with rather a case of the dismals (I heard that “So what’s new?!”).
I just got a check for the last quarter’s returns on my ebooks. The gargantuan sum of $334.01. Good job I’m not trying to live on that, eh? No wonder Uncle Sam wants to dismiss me as a dilettante. . . .
I keep kicking myself for passing up the opportunity to write a vampire book way back when. I did read Dracula when I was in high school and enjoyed those delicious shivers of horror—then—but just could not see myself reveling in such gore when my editor suggested such several years ago. Just think: I might have been lunching with that Meyer woman on some movie set! Every twice in a while I think “I should have come up with something like Fifty Shades of Grey.” Anyway, I might have done something like thirty shades of green or red or purple or whatever. . . . I mean, I can write sex. Really—I can. It’s just that I get bored after two or three pages of insert tab A into slot B. . . .
Yes. I’m feeling envious—not to mention drowning in self-pity. And I need to get back at chapter 6 of Book 3 of the Once Upon a Bride series. . . . Sorry I’m not more encouraging to any wannabe writers out there.
On a positive note: I’m getting $119 back on my income tax.