Quite possibly the fastest recovery time ever...

I woke up this morning just before 6am and my first thought was "I wanna write something today."

I'm not sure I'm ready to actually start working on VINESPELL just yet (I want to talk to Mam'selle Editrix about some details first) but... yeah. Writing. Not revising -- new stuff. We Shall See.


And, for them as like that sort of thing, maybe my favorite off-the-cuff line from HARD MAGIC:

"There was nothing wrong with piskies that a good hard sauté wouldn’t cure."

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Die is cast. Flat is reserved, tickets bought.

I will be spending two weeks this summer hip-deep in Research Trip in the vineyards [and workrooms] of Burgundy.

eeeeeeeee.......

(that, by the way, is an eeeeee of glee, of panic, and of "oh my god I need to brush up on my French because what got me by in Paris may not work in Dijon....")


[and, on schedule, I get an e-mail from Madame Editrix for "Anna" regarding revisions for DAUGHTER OF THE SEA, and an e-mail from a new client. *juggles schedule very very carefully*]

The crazy, it goes around...

All right. I'm about to be as indiscreet as I ever am, because this has me going bwaaa? Literally, as kradical can attest, as he just had to listen to me doing a very good impersonation of speechless bwa?ing.

( there's a fine line between idiot and insane, and you, son, just hopped right on over.... )