Hey, Losfer. Thanks for calling me out. I've kinda turtled up a bit, exactly what I was saying I/we needed not to do.
Yesterday I took the kids to the beach and got a lovely sunburn. It was super overcast and kind of drizzly, so I thought I'd be good, but NOPE. The sun came out and I got a nice red sheen to my shiny bald head, lol. Totally worth it; the girls had a blast. We found some fossils and a few agates. I lost three hours that I SHOULD have been working on my newest novel (my deadline is September 27th, and I'm barely a quarter of the way through revision...), but it was okay. I needed to get out of the house.
Speaking of revision, it's going... slow. My cover artist is not going to be able to get me my cover on schedule, so... I feel kinda screwed on that front. He's an amazing artist, though, so I don't really know what to do/say about it. He's also my brother, so... yeah. Here's what he's done for me in the past, with titles and my name removed.
First novel, my debut; hit #1 for its genre on Amazon in 2017:
My fourth; he wasn't able to do my second and third for me, but he wants to redo covers for them.
My sixth novel, and my most recently published. I am working on the sequel to this one right now;
So his art is worth waiting for, but... I've not missed a deadline yet, and it irks me to miss one due to forces out of my control.
I have another cover that I designed, using art elements from him, but I can't seem to find a version that doesn't have my name and the title on it. I know there's a strong sense of anonymity here, so I'm going to refrain from posting that for now, even though, frankly, I don't give two shits. I've never had anything to hide.
Struggling with apathy right now. I don't want to do -anything-. I mean, okay, I REALLY wanna go out and score some tail, but I have not the resources nor the time nor the prospects to do so. Being an author is a feast-or-famine kind of thing, and I'm between books, so I'm in famine right now. The bills are paid, but I don't have access to discretionary spending money. Yay.
When it comes to music, the STBEW was big into guitars. Spent a LOT of money on fancy/significant guitars and amps and lessons and then... stopped playing because she found her APs. She still acts like a guitar nut, but she's too busy spreading her legs on video for them to pick up a pick.
I have a cheap keyboard I was learning to play, but I can either learn keyboard or I can write, and writing is much more of a drive for me. I might learn to play it eventually, but right now... I have books to write, stories to tell, and my kids to raise.
And a few one-night-stands to hunt down. I'm not gonna spent the next few years celibate because STBEW decided to be a slut.