After a couple of days of hot flashes and fever freezes, I'm back at work. I remarkably felt pretty well this morning, though I can already tell I'm heading down a slow slide over the day, I think I can make it the entire day, but I'm just happy to be out of the house.

I had to cancel gaming, which I despise, but it had to happen. And since my eight year (twelve years together) anniversary is in two weeks, I won't be gaming for a month. Hopefully, I can get a few more writing things. I saw a nice list of magazines that have submissions from alanajoli posting on eyezofwolf (the other Dylan) in one of his entries. Reading over it inspired me to maybe write a bit more and have fun actually doing stuff, I need to get more stuff out there if I want to be serious about writing. I suspect one of the reasons I didn't get accepted with the last agent request is because I basically had no footprint in the market. Though, my egosurf score has apparently shot up a couple hundred points since the last time I looked at it. Yeah, its a silly thing but it also marks the point where my real name actually has a higher score than my penname (which I really should stop talking about).

Maybe I should use this time to get a few more things done, so I don't feel overwhelmed. I've been getting that feeling lately, mainly because my list of things I want to do is growing faster than my apparently lack of writing has done to fix it. Besides a commission I've been working on for the last week, I haven't done any writing since my Machine of Death entry and The New Girl for Steam Punk Magazine (which told me almost two weeks ago they would be in contact "soon" with the ones accepted). I keep checking their website in hopes, but nothing has changed. I'm also hoping to get a response from the last agent, but at the moment, I don't really have that high of hopes.

Oh well, I always said that patience was my best virtue, better practice it.