It's noon on Thursday, December something or effing other. There are white out conditions outside my front door and I'm stuck inside unless I want to shovel the driveway.......So, to elaborate, I'm stuck inside. I'm also on the verge of a pms pity party. I can feel it creeping into my brain like pee down the front of my pants the one time as a little kid I remember not being able to hold it. It's warm, uncomfortable, then freezing cold, embarrassing and inconvenient. I have plenty to do and will choose to do so in a little while. There are cookies and banana bread to bake. Pasta sauce to make for supper, Christmas presents to wrap, decorations to finish and, as always, writing to do. It's the, 'I feel sorry for me,' thing that's slowing me down........Well, and I'm also pissed. Went on facebook this morning and was kicked off with a notice that my something that I can't remember what it is - not my e-mail but something else - has been reported for abusive behavior. What? It's not that I don't want to abuse sometimes and I guess I did make fun of Jermaine Jackson's second eldest son's name (Jermagesty......'Jer kidding, right?') but that is all I can remember. I filed some sort of are you frigging kidding me protest and they sent me an e-mail saying they would, 'get back with (me) soon.' I hit reply and said, 'how soon is soon?' Big surprise - haven't heard anything yet.......Anyway, that whole thing really upset me. I'm a nice pers - a good person, at least. 'Nice,' is harder to come by this time of the month more than others. There's also the little matter of the fact I can't get any agents to look at my writing. I sent a sample of my query letter into a blog called Query Shark and, hopefully she'll look at the letter and be able to tell me what in the bloody hell I'm doing wrong. I should totally re-do it and have made attempts but keep coming back to I have no idea what in the world I'm doing. Every time I hear about someone getting published I want to open my vein just a little bit wider. I mean, how did they do it? What did they do? Who did they do? Who and what can I do? I just have to stick with it, I know. It only takes one yes. Blah blah blah........I could look for a job........Retail again? Open that vein....