'Tis the season for spider bites, I guess. I called the advice nurse and it sounds like I won't have to go in about it unless it starts to get extra icky, or I have red streaks or bright redness or I lose circulation in my foot (?!!) In the meantime it's an itchy pain in the ankle. I'm continuously distracted by it. To keep it from really getting to me during the critique session today I covered it with a pirate-themed bandaid. Which, the critique went really well. I'm not sure which way to go, because the group was pretty sharply divided. I don't want to leave it alone until I'm done with the book either, because I know me, and me usually doesn't get back to feedback-focused editing unless me does it right away. I'll sleep on it. Tonight I plan on shaping up the next submission to the group, the next chapter in the book, and then I'll send it out. I don't want to procrastinate on these subs.
If it weren't for David Levine's timely reminder about the meeting, I would have missed the deadline (I thought I had another week, eek!) and then I would have been in trouble. Well, sort of. We all would have had a nice round of drinks at my expense. This time I'll have it all done in advance, and that'll give everyone more time to read, too. Winners all around, except the Lucky Lab I guess.
Back to writing now. I'll leave you with It (short for It Runs In Front of Me) in kitty zen meditation becoming one with the loops.
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