I feel really guilty

[pegkerr]

I have been a bear of extraordinarily little brain lately (I blame surgery) which is why I never sent off a proposal for that fantasy conference. Today's the deadline, and I just don't think I can come up with a fricking 250 words for a proposal.

Tell me you still love me, Friends list, even if I've been off faffing around doing frivolous things like having my gall bladder out.

*Sigh* Maybe I'll try again when I get back from dinner out. (I'm going out for dinner tonight to the Birchwood Cafe with Lois McMaster Bujold, Pat Wrede, and castiron).

Comments

[bohemianspirit.livejournal.com]

I read your journal because YOU are interesting, not because you are the Amazing WonderWoman Fantabulous AUTHOR who should be cranking out conference presentation abstracts two hours after leaving the surgeon's table. Yeesh. Go thee to the Birchwood, cantankerous digestive system notwithstanding, and have thyself a merry time with thy friends. As others have already noted, if you don't make the deadline for this conference, there will be others. And you can still, possibly, attend the conference and at least keep a toe in the water that way. And maybe at dinner tonight your friends can persuade you to have more mercy when you look in the mirror. ;-) For real. Sending healing thoughts your way.