I've been working on taxes and financial stuff all day, and my poor brain is frazzled. I am not cut out to be an accountant. There has to be something wrong with a world where I can pass matrix algebra in college, but not be able to easily fill out a a Schedule C to go with my 1040.
(No suggestions of getting an accountant, please. I'm slogging through this on my own. =)
Also, the horrible mouse is still roaming around at large, although I think it's still behind our dishwasher. I am utterly terrified and paralyzed with fear because of it. Zoe has not yet caught it. Once again, to point out the ironies of the world... I had gerbils as a teenager and loved them, yet I can't deal with the thought of a mouse being in my kitchen.
Happily, when I'm away in Toronto this weekend, Chris is going to remove the dishwasher (and hopefully not flood the house, while doing it), in order to try and eradicate the aforementioned vermin. I'm just happy that I don't have to watch.
Finally, I'd like to extend an open invitation to all the Golden Heart finalists out there that happen to read this blog... if you're nominated and haven't yet queried me, I'd love to see what you've got. I also want to congratulate the inspirational category finalists, but I'd like to remind them that I'm not the right type of agent to query for their work. So basically, Golden Heart people, shoot me an e-mail, and we'll talk. No guarantees or anything, but I'm interested in seeing what your novels are like.