I hit the skids. I'd call it the mid-summer blahs, but I'm afraid if I give it a name it'll hang around like a stray cat.
Also, I woke up under the wrong side of the rock from my nap. Grouchy McGroucherson. Nothing I do feels right and I have this underlying suspicion that I totally suck in every way. This, too, shall pass. Until then, don't expect scintillating words from me.
Which doesn't bode well for my writing. If I can't throw off a page worth of brilliance for the blog, how can I lay down pages and pages of spectacularness for my books?
In other news, I expect to have a most awesome guest poster for Monday on The Guide. She totally rocks. And in true Wayne and Garth fashion, I'm so not worthy.