I have been sleeping on and off most of the day. My father rudely woke me up because he is a bastard. He was bullshit I forgot to ask my sister for the car and she had plans to take it with her. WTH. Everything is my fault and if his needs don’t come first, he gets nasty.
My ankle pain has been through the roof today. I mostly have been in bed, not wanting to leave the comforts of my room unless I have to. My editor came back with the final edits. I have been going through them the last two hours and needed a break. I might finish tomorrow afternoon, after I deal with my father. Gin will need to be in order by then. It is less edits than the first go round. Small changes. But the girl still doesn’t understand the difference between suicidal and suicidality. So for those edits, I just am not doing. They can be used in the same sentence as they mean different things, even though the realm of it is in suicide. I have no idea if I am making sense.
Speaking of suicide, yes, I still am. I posted the link to my book as it is on Kindle. Got a crap load of congrats and it still made me wish I had a gun to shoot my head off. I don’t know why that is. I should be happy now that my book is published and my sister has it. There will only be small changes to the book, the paperback, once I finish with the edits from the editor. I didn’t like how everything was smooched. They had chapters after chapters with no pages in between. That is fine for a kindle, but not for a paperback.
I haven’t been able to figure out if anyone has bought my book. Nothing has been deposited into my checking account. No tally has been made. I feel depressed not knowing the stats of my book sales.
Meds are kicking in so I guess this is another short blog. I just feel so crummy.
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