Today's Forecast: Distracted.

Why? Because I'm at work and while I feel ok about it, I feel like there's something else I should be doing. And today's been slow since I got here so I have the time to do it, but I don't know what it is.

Phone...one second...

Ok, so....dang it! Lost my train of thought.

You would think of the five steps to getting a book published --
1. Thinking of it
2. Writing it
3. Cleaning it
4. Marketing it
5. Publishing it

--that step 4 wouldn't be as hard as I'm making it. At least step 4a. I have a query letter that I set up last night, and "my first 8 pages," which is essentially my first chapter, so now all I have to do is aim and fire it off to places.
I have 2 such places in mind so far. So I'm going to print out a few things when I'm alone here tonight (Hopefully it will stay NOT busy and I can find the time for it) and then get the stuff shipped.

And that's it for step 4a. There's like 19 more sub-steps to 4, but step 4a is complete. That's not the point. The point, as I finally come to it is, why wasn't this part completed five months ago? Well, I was holding out--or at least I convince myself-- for this First Chapters contest. But I knew I wouldn't win, so why did I sit on it?

I don't have an answer because I think it is mostly a rhetorical question.

But hey, whatever. Slowly but surely. It's not like I don't have the reminder of getting it finished every morning that I have to go to work.

Last night when I went to bed I turned on my MP3 player and a little No Doubt Sipderwebs popped up. It made me think about the whole No Doubt thing and how so no longer likeable Gwen Stefani is to me, and how Tragic Kingdom is one of the best nostalgic bits from 96 for me. One of the best, worst and weirdest years for me. A few minutes later I was asleep.
That's the end of my story by the way. Should have warned that it wasn't that good. I could lengthen it but it seems a little more self-indulgent that I like to let myself be.

Maybe its the 800mg circling in my system but I fell a smidge out of it. It's not nausea and its not euphoria. It just is.

I think I'm going to go eat.