Just.... waaaaaaaah

I'm terribly, terribly behind with my betaing. I feel bad about it, because I hate letting down people I like.

No time for writing yesterday, same today. And my fingers are itching to write.

It's Janine's birthday today, and it's going to be a lousy evening. Her life is a real mess right now, and she doesn't want to celebrate with anybody. I do understand her, I really do, but that doesn't make things much easier.

Friends and family are often wonderful, but there are times when I think their only purpose in life is to shred my nerves into tiny, screaming pieces.

And, strangely enough, writing this down made me feel a lot better.

Exhausted

Contrary to what I'd been expecting, I wrote two pages for Orpheus, prepared a birthday dinner and wrapped the presents (N.B. never wrap presents when near cats).
And now I even have an hour left, which can be dedicated to writing. Hardly believable, is it?
Or rather, I'll go over Orpheus 3 once more and submit it to my faithful betas, er, friends. Last time, I promise. If the first 3 chapters are OK, the rest will be, too.