Hm. Hopefully that means you have no words left for the blog because you’ve been so incredibly busy writing that your aching fingers just can’t type another word…

I wish, I really wish, that was all it was.

More like, I couldn’t type through the tears…Vonnegut’s death came at the end of a particularly bad hormonal attack, so I spent yet another day blubbering incomprehensibly. (I consider it a testament to my will that I managed to write about 3500 words this week, in spite of the horrendous mood swings).

I did manage to buck up and work on my query letter for the novel I’m about to start querying, so the day wasn’t a total bust…=)