Both kids have been a bit under the weather since we returned from camping. Not enough to knock them out, but upset tummies in the middle of the night. I’m okay if I stay awake, but waking-sleeping-waking-sleeping kills me. It makes them whiny and me cranky—a lovely combination.
I’m wrapping up Kiss Me Deadly, the book formerly known as Werebird. Never, ever again will I write a book with no setting change. Even I had cabin fever and I’m not even in the book.
I’m still waiting for news on Sparky. It’s been four weeks, so I’m hoping to hear something soon. Other than that, I’m just hoping my muse can sort through the stuff on the table and prioritize. Preferably while I’m sleeping. :rofl:
And I’ve never really wanted to go to RWA Nationals. So not my kind of thing. But every year I get this panicky feeling while everybody else is there—OMG, they’re all networking and getting the inside scoop and I’m going to be left behind!
Then logic returns and I remind myself how often “we just want a good book” and “take what’s selling and twist it around to make it your own” will be heard and feel better. And I get the anticipation of scouring the ‘net looking for gossip and pictures.