I am sick (not the cool ‘sick’, but the puking ‘sick’), and I am watching the Olympics – to say that I am distracted is an understatement. I haven’t written in a couple of days. I might try to do something today, but I am not holding out a lot of hope. I mean – I’ve got the Olympics on my computer right now as I am writing this. USA! USA!

I’m still editing The Show Must Go On, and I’m about halfway through the first pass – which is just checking for errors in typing, of which there are legion. The next pass is going to be more artsy – re-writing sentences that are clunky, trying to fix some plot holes. I need to get the first ten pages ready for April and the review. After that, I am definitely going to shop this out to agents and publishers. I’ve never felt so certain about a book like this one. I know that it’s not going to be the big money grab that I wish it would be, but it’s a start. I need to flood the zone as it were, and that I know I can do.

Ugg, I think I am going to sign off early. I am not at 100%, and I am tired of seeing the same three commercials on Peacock, with one of them being a commercial for Peacock. I hope that by next week I’ll have better news.