The man, the myth, the legend.
Didn’t get a lot accomplished yesterday because my cat, back in Colorado, is sick and I’ve been pulling my hair out (figuratively, I shaved my head over the weekend) while I waited to hear anything. She’s not out of the woods yet, but she’s got her appetite back, which is a start. Hopefully this new round of antibiotics clears everything up, though they didn’t know what exactly was wrong with her.
I should be back on the writing train today, though I wouldn’t be surprised if my usual output was lagging somewhat. I’ve been coming to the end of In the Shadow of Paradise and I usually start to slow down as I mentally prepare for the editing. I’m just about 95% done with it, then it’s off to the editor for her corrections. This one won’t be as hard to edit as And Injustice For All was, mainly because now I know what she’s looking for and what she wants.
Well, I’m going to go and try to write. My brain already feels frazzled though, so don’t be surprised if only a little gets done today.