Drowning in Books

I'm on a book buying binge. All non-fiction. When they arrive, I'm going to have sooo much reading to do. It's a little daunting. More and more I feel like I don't have time enough to finish anything. This is a really great time to not take on any more projects or increase my reading list, and yet, here I am ....

The thing is that I've been fumbling in the dark for a while when it comes to Wyrd Goat Press. Now that I've gotten myself into trouble (in a good way) it's time for me to start educating myself.

Sometimes I wish I learned how to speed read. I started to learn in high school, and then decided it wasn't for me. Oh well! I guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way.

But wait, didn't people used to speed read? As in, wasn't Oscar Wilde famous for it?

So I guess that means I'll have to do it the lame way. Alas!

Getting better

I got sick during our last day at the coast, and I've been on and off sick ever since.  Sometimes I feel fine, and then the coughing starts and my throat starts to burn and I wonder when I'll feel well again.  At least it's not one of those miserable keeps-me-awake-at-night coughs, or the "I'm on fire put me out" sore throats, or the never-ending waterfall of snot running nose that turns my whole face red from blowing my nose so much.  And I'm able to keep going to work, which is good.

But still.

Sick.

Meh.

Meh!

Wah.

Work work work

I've got one of those colds that tends to kick my butt.  No coughing (yet) but a sore throat, headache, low-grade fever, runny nose, and I can't sleep.  Hence the post 1am post.

I did get a lot of work done, though.  House of Goats by Tammy Owen is now available in print!  That was a big step, a first for Wyrd Goat Press.  Horrible Stories I Told My Children by Ron Ellis will be available soon, maybe even before the end of the month.  That one is pricey because it's illustrated and in full color.  It should be super-awesome, though.  Maybe Wyrd Goat will put out a b&w edition.  I'll have to think about that.

So next in the cue are Violence: A Writer's Guide, and I have to produce some illustrations for a Rory Miller manual of drills.  I must be wicked because apparently there's no rest for me.  That's probably a good thing, but one of these days I'd like to get back to writing, y'know?

But first, sleep.  I hope I'm finally tired enough to do that.  That would be super-awesome.  Because I'm pooped.  Exhausted.  Weary.  Drained.  Constitutionally challenged.  Drooping.  Sleepy.  Tuckered out.  Dragging ....