I am not motivated to do much of anything this week. It's hot. It's sticky. I have been without wheels for FOURTEEN L-O-N-G DAYS! (Don't get me started!) It really just hit me on Tuesday that I'm going to lose my job in October and my choices seem to be Wegmans check-out girl or cleaning toilets. Okay, maybe I could get a very boring job for very low pay typing. (It's apparently what I do best.)

But I need a kick in the butt to get some stuff done. It's less than a week before my first speaking engagement and I haven't got a clue what I'm going to say. My chapbook is finished, but coverless. I have Lethal Ladies brochures, but none for my own book.

Tomorrow it will be 65 weeks (that's 455 days) since a certain Publisher has been "considering" my cozy mystery, and if I drink enough gin I forget that fact for 30 or 40 seconds a day.

My agent finally got back to me! (Yea!) But she's going out of town for a week and hasn't yet read my next book. (Wahhhhh.)

M.J. Rose recently blogged that she's reading a lot of whining from writers. Okay, I'm a whiner. See above (hot, sticky, yada yada yada).

Amidst all this whining, I sometimes forget the progress I do make. I finally figured out how to remote load pictures to this blog (see previous entry). I did about a million loads of laundry over the weekend. Every morning I get up, make breakfast (real hard--open a can of peaches for Frank and cans of cat food for the kids--never got them mixed up so far) before heading out to win some bread. (Multigrain this week.) And tonight after my day job, I'll head out to the co-op for three hours of gossip and bordom. (And possibly folding more Lethal Ladies brochures.)

I'm taking a day off on Monday. Maybe I'll suddenly become motivated enough to accomplish lots more by then.