200 posts and over 10,000 hits later . . . .

Forgive me for bragging but today is a milestone. This is my 200th post and what a strange trip it has been.

When I initially started this blog, it was to publicize my upcoming book (out this fall). I had no idea that it would last this long.

But I am proud of the work I have done, however miniscule it is in the huge landscape of the lgbt community.

Which reminds me of the bad mood I am in.

Apparently my publisher hasn't begun working on my corrections yet. This problem is compounded by the fact that if my corrections were worked on upon, they would have been finished and I would be receiving them now.

I'm not exactly a popular person at the publishing house right now. It's not like I used bad language or anything, but I let them know that I was very angry at their error.

My anger is a huge problem. I rarely get very upset but when I do, I get into scorched earth mode. This means I was so mad at my publisher, I was threatening to demand a refund and take my manuscript somewhere else.

But cooler emotions prevailed. It's too late in the game to pursue a new publisher. So I suffciently calmed down by cleaning my house (yeah I know, it's a Joan Crawford stereotype. So sue me already.)

And tomorrow I will have a nice polite conversation with my publishing house.

But for tonight, no talking about my book, no talking about James Holsinger or Peter LaBarbera, no railing on the anti-gay industry.

Just rest.