Not wounded, sire, but dead.

Deadline, upcoming.

Head cold, approaching.

Violence in the story, extreme. Wondering if maybe too much, but still lopping off heads left and right (and top?)

PMS, already here.

Desire to reply to e-mail informing me that a new review of Demon Moon is up, and let the review editor know that her reviewer just rewrote Harriet Klausner’s review, and to respond to another e-mail and point out that Colin is so NOT French that it’s almost funny, and that he’d be mortally offended to be called such, suppressed. (But my PMS apparently doesn’t let me suppress it here; I really wish these sites wouldn’t e-mail me to let me know they’ve reviewed me, because then I just can’t resist looking and *headdesking* My inability to not look is everybody’s fault but my own.)

All the reasons why I love AAR, TRR, Mrs. Giggles, Dear Author, SBTB, and reader blogs, reminded of.

Mountains of books that I want to read due to those reminded-of sites, increasing in height.

Happiness that I’m not part of any internet drama, filling my heart.

…back to lopping off heads.