![]() I’ve got the machete on one side, the Louisville Slugger on the other, and I’m ready to rumble. I hope your weekend was restful and that we’re all in fighting trim. Which I should get to, as soon as this coffee has been finished. But it’s Monday now, such things must fall by the wayside, and there’s also the dog to walk. Which will probably never see light of day, but I did tinker with it this past weekend in dribs and drabs, more to keep my hand in than anything else. Of course, now that I have a plan for attacking the mountain of work looming before me, the Muse wants nothing more than to fool around with the follow-up to Strange Angels. At least I don’t have to worry about That Damn Werelion Book until after the first of the month the paperback should be live in early August and the ebook is in September.Īnd Guilder to frame for it. Closer to the end of the month I have line edits on Ghost Squad 2 to eyeball I think the book will hold up pretty well to that last real read before copyedits. Book 2 of that little series needs some attention now too. Today I rework (again) this goddamn scene in Hell’s Acre, I clear a pile of stuff so I can get Sons of Ymre 2 into the mix, and I open up the Tolkien Viking Werewolves again. I can feel my will to live being sucked away each time I even glance at the mess. ![]() So it’s time to either catch up or just do my best.Īll of which means reserving what sanity and energy I have by not looking at the news. I don’t mind if publishers/editors fall behind–there are a lot of moving parts for them to corral, and honestly a worldwide pandemic plus fascist coup are good reasons for disruption–but I despise being behind myself. Even thought Sons of Ymre 2 has around 40k words, it’s only a little over halfway done and I’m not going to be able to turn it in on time. I worked furiously ahead before Bailey’s passing, too, knowing the grief would knock me caddywumpus, and it’s time to get back to it. I don’t have to keep looking, I know perfectly well what’s going on. Sure, I’ve been reading Gibbon’s Decline and Fall all my life, I saw this coming, I even wrote a whole goddamn book about it. Nope, sorry, nerves can’t take it, I can remain blissfully unaware of both news and analysis for a few more days. What I’m not doing this morning is looking at the discourse. Not to complain–we had perfect conditions for roofing, and the cloudy coolness afterward has been likewise perfect for the amount of gardening I had saved up (since the sprinklers are now working again too, hallelujah). Certainly I’ve been sleeping better, which could be a function of cooler weather. Monday again, and I may have recovered from the roof replacement. It could be merely psychological, but caffeine does go straight across the stomach barrier, so… I can almost feel the caffeine molecules jumping across fleshly barriers to kick-start my brain. nine happy birthday to me to do turn off sprinkler oxygenator diagnostic. I mean, it’s always good, but sometimes it’s more than good. THIS NEW HORROR GAME IS BETTER THAN A MOVIE Moons Of Madness Full Game were. Some mornings, that first sip of coffee is particularly glorious.
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