Well, it's ten o'clock and I'm sitting on the couch. Met my quota and then some; submitted an article. Really need to get cracking on the others, but I'm trying to muddle through the introduction of another story. The bird is in bed. I am not sure what to do with myself.
Watched I Capture the Castle, which officially falls under my Incredibly Depressing Yet Marginally Uplifting title, and it contained this gem:
I don't want to go through life...afraid that I'm not really loved, even if it meant I could go through life with you.
Which basically sums up why I broke it off with The Contractor.
I feel a bit peculiar figuring that out. Sometimes it's nice to have someone else put things into words for us. I didn't want to be with someone who didn't love me as I loved him. And he didn't, which...is fine, but still smarts a bit, particularly on dark nights like this.
I guess I could solicit affection from Juno, who is always happy to snuggle, but I'm not interrupting her beauty sleep just because I'm feeling insecure. These feelings usually pass, in time; I'm sure they're related to hormones somehow. But on nights like this, I just get to wondering.
On a happier note, I mixed up my own Thai iced tea, minus the ice, and it's quite divine.
Form rejection from the agent. I think I will ease off on the fantasy and stick with the romance for awhile. It's a tough market out there, and my weird, multi-character fantasy-supernatural stories won't get me anywhere.
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