Don't judge the horse by his color.

Okay, so time has not been my friend lately, choosing to whiz by at phenomenal speeds leaving me wondering if I'm coming or going. But finally, I have shifted down from fifth gear to a steady second and have time to get caught up.

We have all had those days where just four more hours might make a difference. The last month it felt more like I needed four more months.

I did treat myself though to a fabulous concert at the Hollywood Bowl with some girlfriends. And it was awesome. I will leave out the name on the person we saw that night because I refuse to taint the singers name. All I can say is that it was a person, all right, a guy, who I deeply love to hear sing. So I will let him remain anonymous for the sake of my story.

As the concert began we were all noticing that he seemed a little, I don't know, OFF. He was sweating profusely after the first song and was extremely red in the face. His banter with the crowd was reminiscent of a conversation I had at a happy hour once with a gentleman who had gotten just a little too happy in that hour.

Anyway, my friends started debating the reasons for the artists current state. Alcohol? Drugs? Crazy?

All I could say was, "WHO Cares?" He still brought his A-game to the performance and was funny, charming, and could sing like there was no tomorrow.

So what? If he had a few drinks to relax before the concert. Since he still entertained me and is not bad to look at for someone who is...let's just say close to my age, and leave it at that. He didn't strike me as the out-of-control type like we read about in so many magazines and on the Internet. So I chose not to judge and go with the energy of the concert which was at an all time high (pardon the pun).

To catch you up, I am currently half way through the clean up of my fist book and pushing to be done, yet again, by September 20th. At which point I hope to be cruising on the next book.

Also, the agent from the conference got back to me. And alas I have one more rejection for the ever increasing pile. But the good thing was that she liked my writing and the voice of the book. She said she wasn't taking it on because it wasn't different enough from what she's been getting. In a way that's not a bad rejection. Being that I can't change my concept because it is what it is, I will just move on to the next agent on the list.

Batter up!