Tuesday, Patreon and The Sads

Adapting got its fifth rejection this morning.

Sigh.

I'm planning to send it to the Promptcast crew for inspection to see what it needs, or where it could go for a proper audience. I used to believe that this thing was the perfect intro to the Amalgam Universe. It still could be.

I just don't know any more.

So alongside my hope leaving my body, I have stuff to do today. Including locking in and writing the thing for the Promptcast, the thing for the Archive, and rounding up whatever else I have to share with my Patrons.

So I'm a little bummed, today.

The good news, such as it is, is that my hoarding habit is getting to return stability in the household supplies. With luck and a minimum of feeding frenzies, I might start saving money soon.

Impending disaster in 5... 4... 3...

I might be joking now, but it's not funny when I'm right.

I have to plans for Easter beyond holing up and hunkering down. And I just now realised that Easter is this coming weekend.

I might send Chaos off to get a huge chunk of egg-shaped chocolate. Or I might take a bag and a walk.

Not today, though. Today I must write things.

After I ice my stupid ankle.