Yesterday will go down in the History of Me for two reasons:
1) I didn't take Lamictal. It was the first day since April 2010 that I didn't take Lamictal. It's out of me, and I'm done with it. My mind is going like a race car, but I feel better. My racing mind will adjust.
2) I received my first ever royalty check for Threshold. Yes, the very first. Ever. The novel was published November 1, 2001, and I likely received the on payment half of the advance that same month. So, the last time I received any income from Penguin on this novel was twelve years ago. Until yesterday. Apparently, after twelve years, the book finally earned out. And I have a check for a whopping $82.28. It would have been a little more, but there's my agent's commission. This is only my second ever royalty check from Penguin (I got one for Silk a few years back). So if you're dreaming of getting rich off royalties, of your books taking care of you in your old age...well.
Oh, here's a photo, for posterity:
This is what we call a Reality Check.
No work yesterday. Sooner or later, I have to get past these racing thoughts and get my shit together. I've got a novel to finish. I have decided that Cherry Bomb really is the final
Wrap it up, Kiernan. Nothing to see. Move along.
That Echo Chorus,