Good and bad
Good news! Tracey has returned to the house. Yay! Now there is psycho-killer fodder. When I told her I'd missed her and why she laughed. That's why I like her. She didn't mind that in my safety plan she's just the corpse that let's me get away free. Bless her.
Bad news! My back didn't get better, and I had to go to see someone about it and now I have super duper pain pills. The same kind I was taking last year when trying to come up with a new book title. I guess the upside is that no one's asking me to title a novel this time around.
And now for the day's resolution, which is more of a let's break this bad habit before it necessitates an intervention, shall we? I'm going to stop Googling my book title multiple times a day. Really, this obsession must stop. I have managed to avoid the trap of checking my Amazon ratings (after all the book is only in pre-sale mode) and now I will stop Googling. I could be doing more productive things: like writing, or sending short stories to magazines, or editing, or curing cancer (though I'm pretty sure this goes beyond my 9th grade understanding of biology and definitely beyond my 10th grade understanding of chemistry.)
That's all kids. It's time for Momma's pain meds, which means I'll be asleep right about...njfghdasbLJblf sd.