Careful what you eat...

I made some macaroni salad about 10 days ago, with carrots and green pepper and pickles and onion, and even threw in some chopped olives, mixed in some mayo and chopped eggs. I like how it tastes. Kept it in the fridge...but apparently it doesn't keep as well as I thought it would. I had some for lunch...and got sick a couple hours later. Which probably means I'd left it out for too long, sometime.

I wound up taking some Imodium to calm things down, and threw out the last of the stuff. Not what I needed, right now. I hate wasting food. So now I'm sitting in bed under some covers, feeling sorrier than usual for myself. And doing nothing. I've begun to think I'm just burned out with writing, for right now.

Well...I'm not quite doing nothing. I spoke with a guy I know who can work up a website for me. I just need to find an example of the kind I want to start him off. What I'm looking for is a simple site that will have an image of my books, a short logline, a pdf to download with a sample of the book, and links to buy the book at Smashwords and Ingram Direct. Build my promotional campaign off that.

But I can't find anything similar to it to show him. In the writing groups I belong to on FB, the writers all use the groups' blogs to link to Amazon for everything. I don't do Amazon, and none of them seem to have standalone web pages...so I have to keep looking.

I'm sleeping better, at least. And dreaming in the usual way, where I know I did but can't remember it enough to write it down. Except for one, this morning. One that sort of continued one I've had before, I think. In an airport that's like a Vegas Casino and no one is wearing shoes and I'm trying to find my gate but the bus has already left...the usual nonsense that makes sense while you're dreaming.

I almost got a couple of packing jobs in Belfast and Oxford, but the more I learned about them, the less likely it seems they'll happen. Just 6 boxes in Belfast, and might already be in bankers boxes. I've asked for more information, but they seem reluctant to provide it. So the universe is fucking with me, on top of me being in burnout.