The Archive's not streaming today because presenter illness. Such fun.
Adapting is off on its last chance to gain an agent before I throw it at the Promptcast to see what it needs.
Even if it needs to be taken out behind the chemical shed.
I used to Believe in that book. Sigh. I've been sitting on it way too long and got too despondent about getting it out into the world. Past me was such a dreamer.
Fuck, I'm still a dreamer now... but dreaming about the current WIP.
Which makes me wonder if I'm as good as I think I am. Or if anyone else actually believes I'm good. So that's a depressive episode I didn't need to have, that it also seems I'm inevitably headed for.
...yaaaaayyyy...
Today's story will be as soon as the words line up in the right order.