For a plethora of reasons.
It is entirely possible that I've run out of paying markets for the not!Iron Man story, having received (yet another) rejection for that one today (a nice rejection, but a rejection nonetheless) and discovered that the next market I was going to ship it off to has closed
permanently. And then I spent an ungodly amount of time wrestling with OpenOffice over taking a header off the first page, only to look over the guidelines of the market I was VERY SPECIALLY FORMATTING it for (seriously, some of these formatting requirements are whackadoo. I wouldn't mind formatting it after
they accepted the damned thing, more than happy to do that, but I wish these markets would pick a format and stick with it. Preferably Standard Manuscript Format) and discover that they don't pay an advance at all, just a royalty. Which... yeah. Is fine and good if they were a major publisher, but...they're not. Also, they want me to come up with my own marketing plan. Because I know all about that, right? Aren't they the professionals? Feh. I mean, I'd be more than happy to do a local tour with signings and readings at bookstores and libraries and possibly high schools, and all that fun stuff, but an actual "marketing plan" is a little beyond
my skill set.
Hell, I even chaptered the thing for them. It may or may not be better with chapters, crap if I know at this point. I just want someone to buy it so people will get to read it. This is the second story I've about decided will go up here with a tip jar, Miss Manners and her attitude toward "beggary" notwithstanding
. My situation is a bit different (although I am also appallingly bad with money, but I have an excellent money manager in the Hubby) as I'd be providing content for said tips, and I view that more as a street musician playing with an open instrument case on the ground in front of me for people to drop a bill or some coins in if they so desire.
So, there was that. There's also the fact that I don't think I got any new words in the new!Ben&Janni story today (I edited some old ones, which doesn't count). And then I was going to console myself with a Carl's Jr $6 guacamole-bacon burger...and the Carl's I went to was closed for remodeling. The next closest one was at least fifteen minutes away (depending on traffic and how I hit the lights), and television was starting in... twenty-five minutes. I did not get my burger-y goodness.
I nearly decided to drown my sorrows in Diet Dew and Southern Comfort after Da Boy went to bed, but decided that drinking alone without the excuse of "unleashing my creativity" (because the Muse has apparently Gone Walkabout again) was a bad idea. So, here I sit. Comfort-less.
Also, the engine light in the CruiserBerry is on and has been for about a week. This is Bad.
Just...screw this day, y'know? Sideways, with a rusty cactus.
I know, I know, cry moar, boo-frakking-hoo, there's people out there worse off than I am. It...is entirely possible that I am hormonal. Which, you know what? Screw that too. *hates uterus*
Also, I miss the Gray Cat.
At least TV was good tonight. OH GOD THE PREVIEW FOR NEXT WEEK'S MENTALIST. *kermitflail*