Now I know I'm broken

[desperance]

My agent phoned an hour ago, to say how much he liked the new book. This is a good thing, and ought to make me happy.

And yet, since then I have spilled cooked rice all over the kitchen floor, shouted at Barry, bitten my tongue (not a metaphor: metaphors don't bleed) and generally find myself absolutely at the ragged edge of functionality.

I am going to give up on the day altogether and retreat to the sofa with a bottle or two of wine, and no ambition beyond making a better fist of tomorrow.

Comments

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Oh, hell, I don't deserve all this hugging. A difficult day with the words, a few trifling clumsinesses and a great deal of overreaction. A little less drama queen, a little more work will see us through. I'm just tired (in that sense of 'tired' that parents use to describe hysterical toddlers accessing their inner Alien).

Also, my agent likes my book. What am I fussing about?

[I've drunk that bottle or two I mentioned above, and am feeling a little more mellow: can you tell?]

I'm going to have an outrageously hot bath, then go to bed with Elizabeth Bear. As it were. All may yet be well.

*hugs back*

[mizkit.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know, but some days when all the little stuff goes wrong and you know you're overreacting, hugs are good to have anyway. :)

Plus, your agent likes your book. :)

*LAUGHS* Have a nice time in bed with eBear. :)