The three little letters that strike fear in the hearts of men everywhere.
Ok...so maybe I'm exaggerating just a little. My husband isn't the least bit afraid of PMS...but I'm pretty certain he should be.
PMS should be respected.
That being said...PMS has completely deflated my spirit today. PMS and a new rejection email from my first round of agent queries. I refuse to get discouraged...it's way to early in the game for that. I have faith in my book...I know someone will read the first few pages and want more.
Tonight, I'm taking break from the stress and I'm actually going to go to sleep early. Well, early for me. There is a storm out there, and there is nothing better than a good storm singing me to sleep. I will wake up thoroughly refreshed and ready to write!
That is the theory anyway...
Unfortunately, where there is a good storm, there is also a wet dog climbing into bed with me! So much for clean sheets!
Until the next time...I'll be listening to the thunder rumble and the rain fall!