the never-ending why

I don't particularly feel like blogging, probably because I've been blogging for the past five hours, and you aren't going to reap any of the benefits of that here. In my continued procrastination with finishing my book, I've decided to get my romance blog fully up and running, with regular posts and everything. There is rationale for this; I want the blog to have signs of life (and comments, but at least regular posts from myself will do) for several months leading up to when my agent starts shopping the book. If we do go out with it in April, that's only six weeks away (ugh) -- so getting some content up there is becoming urgent.

Luckily, switching hosts seems to be working well -- I've got the blog up the way I want it, and if nothing else, the backend performance is so much faster that working with Wordpress is a dream compared to the previous loadtimes. So, I spent the evening drafting several posts -- a few that I put up (some retroactively to feign earlier activity), and a couple for the coming week (including a v. good one on Valentine's Day -- which will include a chance to win an Amazon giftcard, so you should check it out then). Those posts take way longer than these do, since I have to research the romance posts, while y'all seem to read (or at least skim, looking for your own name before closing in disgust) any tripe that I put up here.

Beyond the blog, the rest of the day was fine; I slept until eleven (which I predict I will do again tomorrow, since it's currently after two a.m. here), then got dressed (in jeans that now fit properly again, thanks to Alyssa, and no thanks to the binge drinking I did while living with Adit) and had brunch at the counter of Joanie's Cafe since I'm out of groceries. I came home, but then decided that I wanted a Starbucks iced tea, and it was so nice out that I walked there and back. Then, I came home, procrastinated a bit, and then spent the rest of the afternoon/evening cleaning up my romance email aliases, website, blog, etc., etc. I did take a slight break to watch some 'Restaurant: Impossible' (from the same dude who is the chef on 'Dinner: Impossible'), which was utterly disgusting, since he was cleaning up a restaurant that was beyond filthy (including dead mice under their appliances). But, as that wasn't v. uplifting, I switched the tv off and focused the rest of the night.

However, my eyes are no longer capable of focusing after this long on the computer, and I should really get some sleep if I'm going to get anything done tomorrow. Goodnight!