have less free time because I can’t keep focus. I can’t keep focus because I’m always tired. I’m always tired because I’ve been waking up at fuckoff in the morning. I’ve been waking up at fuckoff in the morning because I’ve been going to sleep earlier because I’m exhausted. I’m exhausted because I have less free time…
TLDR: I forgot to write this yesterday because my brain is like a sieve.
People like to go through the things that famous people do as if that’s a guaranteed recipe for anyone else to have the same success. Spoilers: it isn’t.
There are days when I can keep things running on rails. Those are rare, rare creatures.
It’s just about my bedtime and I currently have no revelations to -uh- reveal. I do apologise.
It’s half-past September and the good news so far is the lack of a rejection from Eighth House.
First off: I found another list of publishing houses that don’t care if you have an agent. And I immediately weeded out all of the ones who wouldn’t touch my material with a 40′ barge pole.
The bad news out of this is that it raises the short list to a count of eight.