Bummer. Today, I'm feeling like my 16-year old Ford Ranger — kinda raggedy. I think all creative types maneuver through bouts with emotional highs and lows. Today, I'm stuck a lower gear. This Saturday, every children's book author and illustrator in Austin will be attending the "Follow Me: Fall Conference." Once again, I won't be in attendance. I've had three expensive family vacations this summer, plus one too many unexpected large financial obligations. So, I couldn't swing another hundred-and-five bucks for a conference. And the way things usually go, that book advance I've been waiting for will probably come the Monday after. So instead, I'll be working Saturday from 3 to 11. I'll probably be creating locator maps for some Godforsaken downtown construction detour project. No, I'm serious, I didn't make that up. Sigh.
On a brighter note. My agent mentioned pitching the My Peepz characters to Nickelodeon as a cartoon series, or something. I have no idea what would be involved in such an undertaking, or what I would do if they actually said yes. But it's gotta be better than locator maps, and new home sales charts. Please.