But, I don't want to go among mad people.

Blargedy.

So... Rain Dogs is done, and waiting on reviews, with plenty of time to gussy it up before April. Ebb is still peroclating, and Salem still hasn't told me what's up with her. So.

I opened the revision file again today. I'm scared. The more I mess with these short stories, the more I realize how much better I write now than when I started Dreams. Or when I finished Dreams, apparently. Can I make it better than it is now, or is the best I can hope for to fix the plot issues? Only time and booze will tell.

And then I have to worry about the next novel. I was all set to write Prayers, but there are still parts of that what need to simmer more. Isyllt's book is nowhere near ready, no matter how much she makes big eyes at me. There's the King of Moths, which might be ready, if I don't hate all the characters by the end of Dreams. And there's a European action-adventure-thriller thing with lots of gun-wielding sorcerous thugs. And now I want to write something SFy (Spear-Danes in SPACE!). Blah. Soon I shall begin the dance of the headless chicken.

Back in the saddle again

Oh look, she's talking about that book again.

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Yeah, I think I really broke that toe. It aches dully and often. Perhaps it will begin to predict the weather.

An unholy alliance

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