:blink blink: Oh. Hello. It's Sunday again, isn't it? I woke up thinking it was Tuesday. Days of the week have little meaning to me anymore. I feel like, at this point, I ought to have reached a higher plain of consciousness, but I haven't. I've reached a higher plain of unconsciousness, maybe.
Anyway... I didn't write much this week, but I did write. DN3 has rolled over 20K words, so that's something. I'm hoping to have news of more words by this time next week.
The marketing didn't go great. I started out okay, then I lost the will. Thus, Unequal only moved 16 copies. :sad trombone: Song of Storm and Shroud will be free starting tomorrow. Then the month will end and along with it, my current 90-day span of Kindle Select. Starting Labor Day, I'll have a whole new 90 days to market stuff. Woot. Here's hoping next month is better for sales than this month has been.
Oh, and I spent some time yesterday morning screwing around with Grok, building a sorta-kinda new cover for SSS. It looks pretty snazzy until you realize the dragon's left back leg is coming out of it's butthole and it's front left leg is spindly and warped. AI still has a lot to learn about how living things are put together. No creature - real or imagined - can walk with a leg coming out of it's butt. Jus' sayin'.
In reading news, I finally finished that Hercule Poirot omnibus. Yay. I'm a third through another book. Also yay. And I bought 6 new used books to dive into. Woot.
It was a busy baking week. I made banana-raisin muffins, pizza, and bread pudding. The pizza was the only thing that turned out right, but the other two were tasty, so it's all good. Too much banana in the muffins and I forgot to add sugar to the bread pudding. :shrug: Even the best bakers can screw stuff up, so I'm not flagellating myself.
On the activity front, I was still something of a toad. One day, I did the dancercizorama thing 5/4/5 (5 minutes dance, then 4 minutes exercise, then another 5 minutes dance). That's way down from what I used to do, but I'll have to work my way back up to that. And as my mom reminded me, I'm older now than when I did 20/10/20. Another day, I walked three-quarters of a mile. Weight? No clue. Chonky.
The fawns are getting big and their spots are starting to fade. We've named Sissy's fawn 'Scout', which'll work for a doe or a buck. I'm thinking Scout is a buck fawn because it's big for its age. (Buck fawns are typical larger than doe fawns.) I need to come up with a name for the twins. I've already used Dot and Dash, but since I almost never know which deer is which once they turn into adults, I can reuse those.
Okay, on that note, I'll let you go. Have a great day and feel free to drop a line or two about your week. =o)
