This one time at Writer's Camp…
I wish I was as original as some authors.
They have really cool blog posts where they talk about fish, God and writing as a whole (okay, so maybe that’s only Sarah… but still, cooler than me) or they ramble on about absolutely nothing and still garner mass acclaim (you know who you are) for their insightful meanderings. Still others are just too cool and don’t need no stinkin’ blog.
Okay, so maybe I’m a little jealous.
Anyhow, I’m wrapping up another short story before the end of December due date and trying to get The Green Jewel and The Midnight Crew prepped for final runs through the editor. Then it’s off to the printer for those two YA books, both of which have been too long in the making. After that I need to get Orchimedes in (thanks, Dan, for the name for that one btw) before… March, I think.
So things are slowing down. Work is commencing (only 50+ hours a week, not so bad), and I am settling in finally in Lexington.
I wonder what’s going to happen next…
Also, spent Thanksgiving with Janet and Chris Morris. That was a lot of fun and I got to see Tros, who I hadn’t seen since June. He’s getting huge and very stallion-y.
If you know thoroughbreds you know what I mean, and knows what happens next.
One thing I’m not jealous of.
I guess I can quit whining now.