So. I’m late. That’s because I’m actually composing this post on Tuesday morning. Even though I slept in (6:40 a.m. instead of before 6), it’s still dark outside. My headache says that’s good. Anyway, I normally set up my blog post the day before or if I’m really energized, I’ll do several. But, usually, just the day before. Except I had to unexpectely people yesterday. It wasn’t bad peopling. I got to spend a bit of time with one of my favorite people in the world (Stormy) but it was a “glitch in the routine.” The older I get, the more *off* I get when my routine is inerrupted. Anyway.

I have some decisions to make. About some of my older books and some of the new ones. The newer two are “out of production” at the moment. For reasons, the rights were returned to me. I can republish them after some fairly serious revisions. Which is why they are currently out of the market. The older books? Well, I probably should have asked for my rights back a few years but I was content to just sail along and let them be. The only thing they would nees is new covers. But, I have to write the official letter, wait for the rights to be reverted, then for them to be taken off all the sales outlets and then I have to go through the process of republishing them. I’m not sure I’d recoup enough in royalty to pay for all that. I know exactly how much tine and energy would need to be invested. And that’s the crux right there. Not the time so much but the energy. I don’t have a whole lot of that at the moment.

Then there’s the dang WIP. My Scrivener icon sits there on my monitor tool bar taunting me. Ariel’s story needs to be told. I want to tell it. But. Ariel is strangely sullen. Aisling can’t decide if she’s a deer in headlights or the Morrigan. Iffy is off playing mah jong or pickleball or something. And I sit here in the dark (well, semi-dark since I have the desklamp on and my computer screen glows like the Las Vegas Strip), wondering what the hello kittyam I doing.

And now y’all knolw why I set these posts up beforehand. That said, I guess it’s time to go have some fun. After I sift though the 100 junk emails to find the 4 important ones, at least look at social media and the blogs I follow, and pray that the coffee I’m drinking will make this blasted headache go away. Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?