Because I clearly am not capable of interacting with other human beng in a way that does NOT make me look like a total idiot.
First, there was the misspelled my own damn name incident.
Then there was the “sent the old file, not the new one which included query letter, and had to resend with apologetic email” incident.
Yesterday I sent my hook to Agent X and managed, somehow, to transpose the words “genre” with “word count” in my head, and so sent the wc and not the genre. I posted this in the comments, hoping for the answer to come (much like flagellent monks hoped for enlightenment) but received nothing but the sympathetic laughter of my peers.
Now I’ve attmepted to say something reassuring on a publishing blog and ended up sounding like I was talking about something completely different, thansk to an un-followed through deletion because my Faery was crawling into my lap and I was afraid not to click “send”, because last time she crawled into my lap like that she managed to delete 600 words of a manuscript. So I had to add another comment explaining my first. I might as well have simply replied by saying, “Oh, and I’m a total dumbass.”
Is it the Mercury retrograde? Or am I truly just a moron who should go live in a cave by the beach and paint seashells for a living?
By the way–Movie Recommendation. Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. Absolutely hysterical. Seriously. Val Kilmer is freaking awesome in this.
And another by the way–Prince of Death is the #4 bestseller over at Whiskey Creek Press-Torrid! Thanks to everyone who bought the book!