SICK AS A DOG AND...
... a tad depressed because my poor novel got rejected by a small publisher, on the grounds that it had too much paganism and ritual and details about language and such. Since it's a historical fantasy about the childhood of Morgan le Fay, and what I'm interested in is her magical coming of age, kinda hard to reduce the paganism. Ah, well. It has not found the right editor yet, alas. It is perhaps too literary for genre and too genre for literary.
I'm trying to come to grips with the second draft of
Unseen, the feature. Hard to concentrate when I just want to sleep. I slept most of Saturday away, but that might also have been a side effect of Lisa mistaking the decaf beans for the hi-test. I may just watch some TV shows I've got taped. It's work, right?