"All alone, thank god."
A rainy day, but at least it's not too cold.
Yesterday will go down in the History of Me for two reasons:
1) I didn't take Lamictal. It was the first day since April 2010 that I didn't take Lamictal. It's out of me, and I'm done with it. My mind is going like a race car, but I feel better. My racing mind will adjust.
2) I received my first ever royalty check for Threshold. Yes, the very first. Ever. The novel was published November 1, 2001, and I likely received the on payment half of the advance that same month. So, the last time I received any income from Penguin on this novel was twelve years ago. Until yesterday. Apparently, after twelve years, the book finally earned out. And I have a check for a whopping $82.28. It would have been a little more, but there's my agent's commission. This is only my second ever royalty check from Penguin (I got one for Silk a few years back). So if you're dreaming of getting rich off royalties, of your books taking care of you in your old age...well.
No.
Oh, here's a photo, for posterity:
This is what we call a Reality Check.
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No work yesterday. Sooner or later, I have to get past these racing thoughts and get my shit together. I've got a novel to finish. I have decided that Cherry Bomb really is the final Siobhan Quinn novel, but...as it stands, the novel is sort of a mess. I'm going to have to take it apart. If I'm lucky, I won't have to start over. And I have the second "best of" collection to compile. Centipede Press. And there's the new Alabaster mini-series. And...yeah. And my brain, not on Lamictal. And my bizarre sleep rhythms.. I slept nine hours (plus) night before last. Last night five, and I didn't get to sleep until seven a.m. (CaST).
Wrap it up, Kiernan. Nothing to see. Move along.
That Echo Chorus,
Aunt Beast
Yesterday will go down in the History of Me for two reasons:
1) I didn't take Lamictal. It was the first day since April 2010 that I didn't take Lamictal. It's out of me, and I'm done with it. My mind is going like a race car, but I feel better. My racing mind will adjust.
2) I received my first ever royalty check for Threshold. Yes, the very first. Ever. The novel was published November 1, 2001, and I likely received the on payment half of the advance that same month. So, the last time I received any income from Penguin on this novel was twelve years ago. Until yesterday. Apparently, after twelve years, the book finally earned out. And I have a check for a whopping $82.28. It would have been a little more, but there's my agent's commission. This is only my second ever royalty check from Penguin (I got one for Silk a few years back). So if you're dreaming of getting rich off royalties, of your books taking care of you in your old age...well.
No.
Oh, here's a photo, for posterity:
This is what we call a Reality Check.
---
No work yesterday. Sooner or later, I have to get past these racing thoughts and get my shit together. I've got a novel to finish. I have decided that Cherry Bomb really is the final Siobhan Quinn novel, but...as it stands, the novel is sort of a mess. I'm going to have to take it apart. If I'm lucky, I won't have to start over. And I have the second "best of" collection to compile. Centipede Press. And there's the new Alabaster mini-series. And...yeah. And my brain, not on Lamictal. And my bizarre sleep rhythms.. I slept nine hours (plus) night before last. Last night five, and I didn't get to sleep until seven a.m. (CaST).
Wrap it up, Kiernan. Nothing to see. Move along.
That Echo Chorus,
Aunt Beast