I survived my my first official workout on the exercise bike. Barely. I was determined to cycle for five-minutes. I puffed and groaned. I had visions of the after-life. But I pedaled on. As soon as the timer hit 5:00, I de-biked. My tingly legs buckled. I collapsed onto the floor where I panted and sweated... and groaned. Cheyenne (dog #2) kept licking my face. I think she was trying to revive me. It didn't help. Steve kindly mentioned that you're supposed to do a 'cool-down' session, not just STOP. I tried not to snap his head off. I know that. But I was dying. After a few minutes, my heart finally settled in my chest. I lived only to almost die another day. After I post this, I'll attempt day #2 of my official workout. Cheyenne's eyeing me with worry.
Today is editor Abby Zidle's last day at HQN. I'm trying not to cry. She acquired me for HQN. She saw the potential in ALL ABOUT EVIE and became my champion in the house. I was extremely lucky to have such a bright and witty advocate. I'll miss her enthusiasm and humor. Not to mention her editing skills. I'm sorry that she won't be with me to celebrate the release of ALL ABOUT EVIE, but at least we made it through revisions and line edits together. Abby is moving to Pocket, another NYC publishing house. I wish her joy in her new job. Whatever writers she's assigned or acquires for Pocket are very lucky indeed.
Today, I have an appointment with a photographer. I haven't had professional headshots done in several years. I figured it's time. HQN is requesting photos for their website and, I assume, to be included in ALL ABOUT EVIE. I also need to send an updated photo to Medallion Press. Although I love the shot they're using, that was a good four hair colors and five hairstyles ago (and it's only two years old). I'll be honest, I'm not looking forward to today. I wish I'd started cycling about two months ago. Doesn't the camera add ten pounds? Like I need that. Weight issues aside, I've never been comfortable posing for pictures. I don't know how models do it, honest I don't.
Yesterday, I broke through a block in my WIP. Same old problem. I'd written myself into the wrong place. I spent the day making some changes and last night wrote three NEW pages. Glory be! I'll be digging in again... after I torture myself on that exercise bike.
What's happening on your Monday?