Lights

Green Light: Pitched my idea to my agent, who returned with some fine-tuning on the presentation, and looks like we're good to go. Bye, weekend off.

Yellow Light: Still need to hash out some details on the next writer-for-hire gig, look at the contract, write up that proposal on Monday or Tuesday.

Red Light: Novel I was going to finish today, not finished. I know, I know, I was going to give it cab fare and shove it out the door, but didn't happen. You know, I've had spouses that were easier to divorce from myself than this book.

To those recipients of the few discombobulated e-mails I wrote today, I plead a visiting brother-in-law, math homework (whoever divided the first fraction should have been strangled immediately afterward) and some new and hopefully temporary form of writer insanity.

I have to go obsess some more now. Night.