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Yes, I feel like I’m losing my mind. If only I had a dormouse in a teapot to entertain me…
I’ve pretty much set up the promo. If you haven’t commented on the Joyfully Jay post, you have until 11pm EST to hop over there and throw your name in the hat for a free copy of Bite Me Tender.
With the last of the blog posts and interviews for BMT pretty much done, I’ve finally got time to get back to regular writing. It felt awfully good to crank out some new words. It felt even better to have the Christmas novella for Loose Id start making a bit more sense to me. There’s always a point, just before halfway-done, when the work stops making sense and I start flailing around like a shark biting its own tail. I’m hoping that, someday, with a bit more practice, this little issue of mine will fade quietly into the distance, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s part of my workflow. Only time will tell…
On the bright side, I’ve added 750 words so far today to the Christmas novella and got a couple of delicate scenes mapped out well enough that I can work around them while the final details percolate a bit more. And I’m still plowing ahead with my bisexual rockstar.
On a not so bright side, or maybe a different bright side, the sequel to Bite Me Tender looks to be splitting itself into more books again. I’m not happy at all with that, but since when did Glyn ever do what I asked him to? Never. This is why I don’t hang out with witches. I’m used to being the most contrary one in the bunch. I hate being out-contraried by a fictional construct. There’s something not-quite-right about that.
So, to distract myself, I’m eating a bacon butty (in honor of my British buddies), writing some more angel fic, debating some karaoke with my rockstar and –HOLY HANNAH!–I just discovered Sherlock. So, yeah, now glued to Netflix. See you in a month’s time, probably.