The Folly of Plans
Really sorta not happy with today.
I was supposed to make a trip down to Tuscaloosa to meet with Sandy Ebersole at the Geological Survey about a project we might collaborate on, but...dumb shit dating back to 1996 (!) arises to thwart those plans. Convoluted story straight-ish: From 1993-1998 I had this one agent, and things really were not going well, so I left and hired a new agent, Merrilee at Writers House, who has been my agent ever since. She has handled every one of my novels - except Silk. Which was handled by that first agent. And when I left, his agency refused to let me take the book to Writers House. His agency has hung onto it for twenty-four years now, since my departure. And now he's retiring. And intends to transfer all those properties he's represented to another agency without the consent...you know what? Screw this. It isn't worth explaining. But it kept my ass glued to this chair today, instead of going to Tuscaloosa, and did nothing whatsoever good for my state of mind.
Oh, and then I crawled into the shadowy, dusty living room (though far less dusty than my office) and sought solace in the day's comfort film, Avengers: Infinity War (2018).
It was sunny. The high was 67˚F.
That photo below of the Outside world? I didn't take it, Spooky did.
Later,
Aunt Beast
3:13 p.m.
I was supposed to make a trip down to Tuscaloosa to meet with Sandy Ebersole at the Geological Survey about a project we might collaborate on, but...dumb shit dating back to 1996 (!) arises to thwart those plans. Convoluted story straight-ish: From 1993-1998 I had this one agent, and things really were not going well, so I left and hired a new agent, Merrilee at Writers House, who has been my agent ever since. She has handled every one of my novels - except Silk. Which was handled by that first agent. And when I left, his agency refused to let me take the book to Writers House. His agency has hung onto it for twenty-four years now, since my departure. And now he's retiring. And intends to transfer all those properties he's represented to another agency without the consent...you know what? Screw this. It isn't worth explaining. But it kept my ass glued to this chair today, instead of going to Tuscaloosa, and did nothing whatsoever good for my state of mind.
Oh, and then I crawled into the shadowy, dusty living room (though far less dusty than my office) and sought solace in the day's comfort film, Avengers: Infinity War (2018).
It was sunny. The high was 67˚F.
That photo below of the Outside world? I didn't take it, Spooky did.
Later,
Aunt Beast
3:13 p.m.