Today, I am crabby about being tired and I'm crabby about feeling I'm only barely competent at my day job, whereas I am completely competent at the writing. I've started my search for a new agent, and I'm crabby about having to part ways with the last one and now look for another one. But, I'm not utterly crabby because my first query scored a request for material. This is the first time I've queried on my credits rather than on a submission. So, now I have to write the proposals for the book I've written about 15 pages of, and for the 3 sequals to LR of which I have written exactly 0 pages but have at least got a clue what I'll be writing about, and for the Scottish one, also 0 pages and the contempory, of which I have a two paragaph- hey, this would be a great idea, which is, in fact, my grand and sneaky plan to get Jet Li into a romantic lead role in a movie. I figure I'll have to write the book and get it dang thing optioned. But, at least I am back in the land of real espresso. Oh, I am also crabby about not having yet taken the time to learn to use the espresso maker my brother gave me so I'm still paying way too much for my caffeine fix.