Ugh

Woke up unbearably early for a Saturday morning with a feeling in my head that convinced me someone had sneaked into my apartment and driven a railroad spike into the bridge of my nose. The pain was explosive, leeching into my right eye and to the back of my skull. That alone would have been insult enough, but it was accompanied by cramps. Bad, make-a-woman-whimper cramps.

Normally, I'd have absolutely no desire to be a man. Several days of every month, though, I'd trade in one X chromasome for a Y. Oh, you betcha.

Enough whinging. I took some migraine medication which also managed to knock out most of the other issue as well, so I'm left with a bit of a foggy residue of pain. Someday, a brilliant scientist will create something that works completely.

The month of November looms

And I haven't really given cohesive thought to the proposal for the novel. I know there's not much of a chance of me actually getting the privilege to write a real book, and I think my defeatism is playing directly into my...nervousness to even try.

After this weekend, after I've completed a zine submission. Then I'll worry about it more. Yeah. That's it! Looking through my files of stories, I don't see how any of them would be good samples. See? I'm a pessimist.