A rainy day, but at least it's not too cold.
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.
No.
Oh, here's a photo, for posterity:
This is what we call a Reality Check.
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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 finalSiobhan Quinn novel, but...as it stands, the novel is sort of a mess. I'm going to have to take it apart. If I'm lucky, I won't have to start over. And I have the second "best of" collection to compile. Centipede Press. And there's the new Alabaster mini-series. And...yeah. And my brain, not on Lamictal. And my bizarre sleep rhythms.. I slept nine hours (plus) night before last. Last night five, and I didn't get to sleep until seven a.m. (CaST).
Wrap it up, Kiernan. Nothing to see. Move along.
That Echo Chorus,
Aunt Beast
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.
No.
Oh, here's a photo, for posterity:
This is what we call a Reality Check.
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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,
Aunt Beast
- Current Location:Apollinaris Sulci
- Current Mood:
anxious - Current Music:Neko Case, "Hold On, Hold On"
Comments
I'm just at the point where I'm contemplating switching from Citalopram to Zoloft because I'm grinding my teeth and jaw to hell.
Having a head going 200 miles an hour is rather shit. I find white noise usually helps for me but I know everyone's mileage varies.
switching from Citalopram to Zoloft because I'm grinding my teeth and jaw to hell.
Ow.
Having a head going 200 miles an hour is rather shit.
I suspect it may just be something approaching the normal speed of thought. I've been slow a long, long time.
I'm thinking I won't cash it. Get it framed.
I'm glad to hear it.
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.
I was listening to a radio show hosted by someone who had a very small role in the movie Elf. He mentioned he receives a six thousand dollar check every time the movie's shown on television. Some industry.
I was listening to a radio show hosted by someone who had a very small role in the movie Elf. He mentioned he receives a six thousand dollar check every time the movie's shown on television. Some industry.</i? Indeed.
Indeed. Perhaps you could splash out at Paper Nautilus?
Glad to hear you have decided on the fate of the Quinn novels. It seems like the series is something you need to have done and out of your system.
Good luck with the reworking, I hope you don't have too much mucking around with the thing to get it sorted.
Glad to hear you have decided on the fate of the Quinn novels. It seems like the series is something you need to have done and out of your system.
Yes.
Everyone dies.
The end.
I honestly have no idea. But I wouldn't think so.
Never was anything more aptly-named, I reckon.
And yes, that is a reality check.
I read on the Beyond Meds blog that lamictal withdrawal has to be the worst. Kudos to you for doing it successfully. I hope things get better from here.