Ugh, too much work over here. I’m on day six of work lockdown and it’s kind of bumming me out.
Please don’t be impressed that I have all this work. Not a lick of it is interesting, I assure you.
It’s about to get interesting though. After I finish up what I have for the week, I’m going to start in on revisions of book four. I put it away for two months, I let it rest, and now it is time to give it another go. I need to have something that could possibly be sold next year. I wish it were the book I started in Portland and Los Angeles, which I completely adore, but I need to go sit in Portland for a month or two to get back into it, and I don’t have time for that until the spring.
This one is done, just needs a big tune-up. Tune-ups I can do, in no time flat.
By the way I’m going to be thirty-eight on Sunday. That seems way older than I am, if only because I obviously still have the maturity of a fifteen year old.
