Argh.

I don't want to wallow, but I'm mired in this pit of ugh. I am trying hard to write to get my 50000 words, but it's hard, hard, hard! I don't know if I'll make it, and it kills me. I will finish it all, the whole story will be closer to 100K words, but the pressure to get it done is killing me. I have managed to keep up with the blog end of it though, but just barely.

The marathon thing is falling apart. My shins are so bad that I don't think I can do it. I don't want to really damage them, but on the other hand, I want to like running. Currently I hate it, with the passion of a million bigots. (I love that metaphor) I think if it didn't hurt I could like it. I really want to get to that place where it's just easy. I've reached that place plenty when I do cardio at a gym on something non-jarring, but not with running, I just curse the world and mostly gravity. DAMN NEWTON!

I do have an exciting new project I am working on. A friend of mine and I are collaborating on a series of children's books, which lean to the educational side of things. The series will follow a child into adulthood discussing money type issues. I feel that I actually have the knowledge to write this, and my friend who's doing it with me has a lot of knowledge especially regarding investments. When I was a banker I tended to be more of an educator, I had no issues clearing my schedule to sit with a student and talk about various student loan plans and issues. (This was a common conversation with students, I would generally direct them to a government student loan rather than a bank one, because the government can help you a lot more after you graduate than a bank can.) Anyhow I am quite excited about the whole project. We do need to find an illustrator, so if anyone is one, email me!

Anyhow I think the funk I am in is all hormones. Dudes and dudettes, if the pill can do this, what's gonna happen when I hit the Clomid? Stay tuned for irrational rants by a crazed hormonal woman trying to get pregnant.