Hiding, hiding, hiding...

I stupidly took the advice of friends who encouraged me to have a four-day birthday celebration.

After all that social activity (and, it must be admitted, alcohol and plenty of bad food), I have entered into my Reclusive Stage. This one seems to be quite serious, as it has extended itself to the blogs, MSN Messenger and even email.

(So if you're feeling neglected... well, my apologies, but I feel terribly antisocial right now.)

That said, birthday week was excellent with only one dark spot (but a big one -- nothing I'm prepared to discuss here, though you can expect it to reveal its ugly head in the future).

I had loads of work due this week. And I feel terribly disinclined to do any of it. This does not bode well. At all.

Still nothing heard from publisher who has had my kids' books for almost a month. I suspect they hate them, and a rejection will follow suit shortly. It's hardly the cry of joy and immediate phone call I was hoping for.

But regardless, am working on third one, with fourth already percolating madly. Thank god I'm finding that writing them is fun as hell. Otherwise the rejection will kill me.