A door shuts, then weeks later, a light goes on

I spent most of the morning wanting to curl into a tight ball of pain. I could've composed this letter (with some small revisions). But there was no time to compose letters, because I was up to my eyeballs in files. So I dragged my ass around the office and answered, all the clueless-- ie: male--questions of concern with, "Yes, I hurt my back" or "Yes, I am sick. Could be the flu...."

duh

Worked right through my lunch and stayed an hour later. Then, since the tiny evil elves of death had stopped line dancing in their spiked Doc Martens on my ovaries, I walked part of the way home, just to stretch my legs and get some fresh air. Needless to say, as per the quote of the day below, I am a failure. No writing. Just too darned tired. That's my excuse; I embrace it.

In fact on my way to bed now, but I just got hit with an epiphany, re probably the BIGGEST reason I was stuck on Odil's scene. Humor. This book is humorous.

duh.

When I got to Odil's pov I tried to make it all angsty, but Odil is a jerk, and he enjoys being that way. So, why was I giving him a Hamlet hair shirt to wear? :-P I'm sure the darker moments will come naturally; I shouldn't try and force them.

Now I'm going to read another chapter of Mr. Villatoro's excellent book, then lights out.

Oh, one more thing, on my way home I stopped in the UBS and picked up:

Kevin O'Brien's Left for Dead.


I think I may have to read this one after I'm done with Home Killings. (Although, not too thrilled to read the comments about typos, in the reader review section.)

And, Madeline Hunter's The Sinner.


I read The Romantic and absolutely fell in love with Julian, ::swwoooon::; and I have The Seducer waiting in the TBR pile, so this will be a nice addition to the series.

'K, nite.