I already know how stupid they think we are...

the question to ask is -- how stupid ARE we?

something to chew on, from the Daily Media newsfeed:

"The four US television networks in a pay dispute with Hollywood television writers over online video advertising are in line to generate $120 million of revenues in 2007 from free Web streaming of their content, according to a leading media buyer. The total online video advertising market will be worth close to $1.3 billion this year after doubling in size in 2006, according to Accustream."
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Huh. That's the free Web streaming the networks claim they can't afford to pay writers for their content contributions, because they 'don't think there's any money in it.'

It's December. It's Face The Deadline Time.

DAUGHTER OF THE SEA draft -- done and handed off to editorial mercy, on time. yay!
Freelance Project 1 -- done and gone. Yay!
Freelance Project 2 -- underway. Yay!
Short story from hell -- voice problem solved, ending is nigh. Yay!

and, as of this morning, the last line was typed on the (very very rough) draft of BLOOD FROM STONE (Retrievers #6).

OMFGYAY!

Still work to be done on that, as it is filled with virtual sticky notes to myself on thing I need to fill, fix, correct and expand upon, but the story is there, intact, with a beginning, a middle, and an end that satisfies, and [wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles] leaves everyone in a good place to be left. I think maybe, authorial angst aside, I done good.

I'll be printing the entire thing out and reading it through on Monday, along with a beta reader, well in time for the actual delivery-due date.

Today? Today I get to reshelve all the books that have been taken down, flipped through, stacked, and reshuffled. The restoration of order is a soothing process, and just right for a cold, blustery Saturday....

Oh. But first, Pandora apparently wants to be cuddled. Excuse me, my mistress calls...