Carpe Diem, Quan Minimum Credula Postero*

Posted on 19/03/2012 by


Me: I haven’t sent anything out this year because I’m crap.
Arkem: I wouldn’t have put it that way — but yes.

So I am doing that today. Or at least, lying about doing that today. But I think — I hope I’m not. And if I write this here perhaps the appalling fact that it’s March and I haven’t submitted anything yet will guilt me into doing it instead of just prodding it and deciding that I’ll never be able to write a synopsis that’s in any way coherent and therefore never sell my books and might as well take up professional tap dancing.

Which I would also be terrible at, come to think of it. I never even tap danced when tap dancing was a thing that one could do. My sister did, I think. I just sang peculiar songs about aliens. Aaand now this anecdote officially make less sense than my synopsis. Go me.

On that really very encouraging note I’m going to go and try to sound professional and responsible and creative and brilliant and funny and all those things a publisher might want in an author. Wish me luck. Or, you know, the ability to get it done without being distracted or turned into a muppet or anything. What’s that face? It could happen. If I was being inexplicably turned into a muppet and then turned back again minus the memories of it happening it would explain a lot. Not, you know, in the way you’d want to detail to a newspaper but… I’m going to go away now, okay? Okay.


* Seize the day, put no trust in tomorrow. — Horace