It’s not news, but I’ve been lamentably not keeping up to date here. I’ve been writing, but slowly. I AM getting ready to release The Elf Job. I’m making last passes through the manuscript as I am finding little bits that I’ve got to clean up from changes I made. I keep finding little things I overlooked. Specifically, pronoun stuff. It’s like combing for lice. It seems I keep missing one and it turns into a hundred. It’s obnoxious.
I’m also making a lot of progress on Shatter of Light, the last of the Diamond City Magic books. I’ll also be releasing The Pixie Job by itself soon. The anthology with RJ Blain, Devon Monk, me, and Faith Hunter has expired, as it were, and so it will be released on its own.
I’ve found myself buried under a teaching workload that turned into more than I expected, which has sucked up my time and also my brain. On top of that, I’ve been helping figure out a new apartment for my son, which has been more difficult than it should have been. I’ve done a little camping in the new trailer. We went up to Idaho and Washington and saw family and looked for rocks. It was fun and a much needed reprieve.
We were hit with the 117 degree weather. Unfortunately I had to be out in it, which was, um, unpleasant? Obnoxious? Awful? I was seriously glad to be out of it when it finally ended and was incredibly grateful to have AC.
The last few months have passed in a slow blur. Is that possible? I can hardly think about what I managed to get done. It’s almost surreal. I have rewatched Midsomer Murders, which apparently is very soothing. Apparently it’s my brain’s version of comfort food.
Has anybody been reading anything good lately? I’m in the mood for some romantic suspense.