Week of March 13-19 (belated)

Two rejections. And I will still never sell another word of fiction again in my life, apparently. This is not the sort of thing that gets better with more time, is what.

My neck went out this morning, just in time to do the six-hour ride back. markgritter ended up doing all the driving because I have about a 40-degree range of motion in my neck right now, and that's not really enough to drive very safely. So I'm calling the chiropractor first thing tomorrow morning, because my basic stuff-doing abilities are currently compromised. I'll have a book report tomorrow at the very least, and also a free books offering. In the meantime, I'm going to dig up something to read and go sit somewhere comfortable.