Duchess of Evil

You know that theory about everyone being connected by six degrees of separation? I wonder what the stats for LJ would be. It's a constant amazement to me when I stumble across new folks for one reason or another, take a look at their info page because I found one or more entries interesting and might want to friend them, and find one or two, (or five or six), people from my own f-list on there. Like, people I've had on my f-list for years. Since Alias, even.

Seriously odd. I think it might be closer to three degrees in LJ land. I mention this because it happened again today.

Plus, various recent events have convinced me that more people than you realize may be reading your journal. I have been amazed and, well, shocked for two totally different reasons in the past, oh, three months or so. So now I sometimes get the urge to post things like this:

*waves* Er, Hi. I promise, I'm not as neurotic as I seem. Or as obsessive. (Except I totally am that obsessive, so that would be a lie.)

I am in a strange, strange mood today. There has got to be something way off with me, hormonally speaking. My poor, beleaguered husband.

Moving on.

So. I finished a pendant for that customer. The one mistakenly bought kistha's. And I'm waiting to hear what she thinks.

Also, I haven't mentioned it, but Nemesis got a full manuscript request from an agent. It's been in le agent's hands for eight weeks, now, and I find myself getting more and more nervous the more time passes. I should be hearing something back, I think, sometime in the next month. See, I got really jaded about queries and even partials. Good at ignoring the fact that a dozen or so of them were out there, being evaluated and most likely rejected. But this is, apparently, different. I've told myself it's not many times, but I don't appear to be listening.

You are all probably familiar with my instant gratification habit of obsessively researching that, or buying this when I want it. Waiting is hard. I admit I'm not particularly good at it.

I've been trying to distract myself. Writing. Reading. Jewelry making. Mostly it works. But then craptastic life things happen, and in desperately trying not to think about them, I find myself focusing instead on good things, like at least you have a full manuscript out to an agent.

I should perhaps spend some time whipping that query into shape, so I can send it out to more agents from my list. That would maybe help distract me again.

See how random this post was? I swear, this emotional stuff is exhausting me and making it difficult to really focus on anything. Oh, look. It's quitting time for me.

Off to the store, and then home to cook dinner.