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Had another great therapist session today. We spent a little time discussing the miniskirts at Old Navy. She's also been getting into a lot of questions and topics concerning what will happen when I start to transition. As soon as this cough clears up, and I can wear certain items again, I'll be back to going to her in full femme. Right now it's just wig and makeup. Gosh, I love that woman! She is the best!
As for my Jazz Age book, there was some miscommunication between me and the publisher. I can't pay the people as much as I originally thought I could, and a few of them bailed. One person I thought was a friend. I offered him two chapters - before I even advertised for authors - as a way of helping him pad his resume (Lord knows he needs it). Now he bowed out. No more offers from me. He's on his own. This would have been great for him.
I finally joined the modern world and got my first cell phone. I feel like a kid with a new toy. My first real call - meaning, to someone other than what's-her-name to give her my number - was to a replacement author for the book. Now all I have to do is wait for that all-exciting first call to me! I need to get out more, don't I? If I do I might get to meet Anneliese, or Ashley Tisdale, or Olesya Rulin (uh huh, yeah, right).
Have a great weekend, all. When I'm not with my daughter this weekend I'm chained to my laptop pounding out chapters. It's so nice to have my inspiration back. I owe so much of it to Michelle Lynn and her extreme generosity with this laptop. Now that I have access to certain programs again I can't stop writing. And that's a good thing.
