Queer · and · Loathing · in · America

I feel about five hundred years old today, and not in a good way (not, of course, that there's a good way to feel five hundred years old, right, Senator McCain?).

I am ensconced in Casa Mysterioso, having worked from an ungodly hour this morning until recently, and now have to somehow find the strength to go to the Melanoma Center and the gym, train Jean, then come back here and write for the rest of the night before collapsing into bed (with the assistance of Tylenol PM tonight, you can bet your ass on that one) to try to get some rest before getting up tomorrow and heading for the gym and the Melanoma Center before my signing. I also am leaving for Atlanta via automobile (whee! Let's see how close I can get to the limit on my Shell card! Yay!) on Thursday next week. And it all just makes me feel ever so much more tired.

I have, since the last time I stayed at CM, bought my own copies of the non-fiction comfort reads I always indulge myself in whilst here (they are now my Lost Apartment comfort reads, along with Huey Long) and as such, I needed to find a new one for this visit here. So, I browsed Uncle Lee's bookshelves last evening and discovered, to my GREAT joy, The History of Western Philosophy by Bertrand Russell, and I am loving it--so much so, in fact, that I am considering sneaking it out of here when I vacate on Tuesday. It is awesome, and I have pretty much decided that, on my list of goals for 2009, the study of Western philosophy is going to be one of my top goals.

This month is also slipping ever so gradually through my fingers, and this disturbs me as I am getting none of the things done that I intended to get done this month. I feel rather lazy and moronish. (Although I did recently get an email from the editor I submitted my story "Tell Me a Lie" to, and she liked it, she really really liked it) But I do feel as though the young adult book proposal I am working on may actually be worth something to the Big Publisher who was interested in it, and I am hoping to get it put in the mail before I leave for Atlanta next week. Then, whilst in Atlanta, I plan on finishing up whatever is left to do on Rough Trade as well as Wanna Wrestle?, which will then free me to spend the rest of the month outlining Murder in the Garden District and Blood on the Moon. (By the way, I get a very nice review in the Times-Picayune this week for Murder in the Rue Ursulines, which is always nice.)

And that's that for this entry. I promise to be better. I am bringing the camera to the signing, so hopefully there will be some fun pictures for me to post on Sunday before I go to work. (ugh.)