No blog posts for the past few days. Hubby and I have had major issues with Oldest, and I tell you...teenagers. Is there a purpose for them aside to give you/their parents an aneurysm? At this point, I doubt I could be convinced of anything else.
I don't know a single person who hasn't made an ass out of themselves at 17 over something or another, but in this case, Oldest is lucky I don't sell him to the gypsies. I am still very angry with him, and can't stay in the same room with him for more than a minute. It's better to leave out and hold my tongue rather than flay him alive.
Anyway, he's off to school now, and hubby and Mini are gone to the store. In the morning Hubster has to go back to Texas and finish out the week. Thanks to this fine lot of shit, we're going to be without a paycheck, so I made a dash to the bank yesterday to cash the rest of my royalty checks to buy groceries with. Joy.
This morning was a little better, which means I haven't wanted to choke anyone ala Homer Simpson. First thing out of bed, before I could even tank down two cups of coffee, I printed a couple of Ni Hao Kylan paper lanterns off Noggin.com for Mini and we put them together. We printed up a color-it-yourself Chinese Dragon one, and put it together too. Mini was walking through the house with all three a little while ago, telling anyone who'd listen that they need a light inside them. :P
Once the guys left, I did a bit of laundry, swept, and set the dishwasher going. If I can wrap my mind around it today, I plan to write at least 1k on the erotic contemporary. It's one I want to send out into submission land by the end of the month. The way I'm feeling at this point, if it happens, it happens. Too many publishers are overlapping their deadlines and if an author sees two calls that they know would fit their work, they have to either rush through 2 stories, or choose only one. I realize I can't sub to them all, but damn. When I know that publisher isn't going to do a similar call for another year, it's a tough choice to make.
That's it for me. I'm off to hide in the writing cave for a while, all things permitting.