jekyllandhyde

I meet with this literary agent tomorrow for what will probably be the most important meeting in my life thus far. Ten minutes is all I'll have. I met with a couple at an informal get-together after the conference stuff tonight, and one of them told me to send in my first four or five chapters, but apparently she does that a lot and that's not a guarantee of anything. Another one seemed pretty interested, but told me to wait until I was done writing the first book before I sent anything to her. I have maybe a hundred pages to go. I'd write a lot more on it this week if it weren't for the move.

And speaking of that move, things here are totally fucked. The movers we had lined up suddenly changed their tune and are now saying it'll cost $8900. I'll repeat that: $8900. Yeah, I don't think so. Now we need to find new movers. But wait, there's more....

My apartment here is making us pay a whole extra month's rent because apparently in Texas they automatically renew your lease once it's up unless you give them 30 days advance notice, which I didn't do because I've NEVER had to do that anywhere else. Bullshit like this always fucking happens whenever I'm about to get a financial repreive. Every FUCKING time. I'm seriously so stressed out and pissed off about this that my body feels like it's breaking down.

This is why I don't own a gun.