Well, once again it's Christmas. I am now working 9 AM to 5:30 PM, six days a week. If one assumes I will get all that time -- that's a big if, more one of my supervisor's wishful thinking really -- I will get an extra 300 clams or so per paycheck. Should I manage to make an extra $225, I will have my ISBN numbers and MO will be out as a printed book by January 15th.

I haven't worked on Avalon in a few days, mostly because I've been busy and I wanted to take a little time off from it. I am going to finish it, however, in all its flawed glory. Screwed-up timelines and all. Why? I like the Lucian and Willow love story. And I like writing Morgaine and Myrdwyn. And I want to know how it ends up, since about halfway through I realized that instead of having Willow and Lucian wind up as an entwined pair of trees at the end I wanted to have them end up in Wolfwyn together and Lucian is telling the entire story from 1500 years later. I have to figure out how he can end up there in an honorable fashion, since he wouldn't do it at all so long as Avalon and/or Arthur and/or Gwynyver were in danger. Oh, and they have to have the Grail as well, which is partially how Lucian lives that long.

In other news, Curve of Shadow is now on sale at Books Neverending. How this will end up, we can only speculate.

I have to get back to writing things, and I have to concentrate only on AAP and that. Otherwise, I'll have no reason to go on considering all that's happened in the last six weeks with school and all. Since I'm not allowed to have a future I'll have to somehow make my own future. In a profession that's getting increasingly more difficult to break in to. This is the only way I'm getting out of the post office now. It's either sell my books or commit suicide, because they've pretty much destroyed any other means I have of doing so. Wouldn't want the slaves getting uppity and thinking they're better than everyone else there, would we? Can't have idiots like me getting an education. Next thing you know everyone would want one.

I need an agent. I seriously need an agent.

To make a living as a novelist you pretty much have to write constantly in order to sell books often enough to keep the money coming in. I live for that day. I think I'd give a leg to be able to spend 10 hours a day at my own computer writing than spend even one more 8 hour day at the post office. For all the insecurity of it, that's the life I want. That is what would make me happy. Even if I never made more than just enough to live on. Who needs more than that anyway?

Writing isn't work to me. It's being given permission to daydream all the time. It's just that I make something out of it and people read it.

Well. What I need is (a) an agent, and (b) a publicist, and (c) someone who knows how to get MO sold through chain bookstores.