Yup, I’m a slacker
I feel sheepish. Blame it on grading, if you like.
I’ve been kicking around an idea for another book — I mean, after the novel I’ve been gnawing on. I kind of want to explore what the point of magic is — why we do it, what it’s for. That sort of thing. Then I can dive into epistemology and other long Greek words, get paid fifty dollars for a year’s work, and feel a sense of accomplishment. Sorry, I’m not bitter. I’m actually kind of perky. But if I sold out, I thought I was supposed to get some money, damn it.