Mini-Post

This is just a post saying I'm still alive, nothing is really happening in publishing because it's summer, and I'm trying to wrap up writing A Hand of Father.

Oh, and I am rejoicing that I should have hot water by the end of the week. YAY!

[Edit to add: HOLY SHIT! I didn't mean to lie about nothing happening in publishing. I found out about the Vivian Awards controversy after this posted. WHAT THE FUCK, RWA!?!]

Editing, Oh Yes, I'm Editing

Adorable Spawn has dropped into Significant Other's pelvis, which means he could make his debut any day now. DH is locked into his requested paid-time-off, so if the grandson decides to come early, DH says he'll throw me on a plane.

Hopefully, the plane I'm tossed on is going in the right direction.

In the meantime, I'm alternating between writing A Hand of Father (Justice #7) and doing the print edition editing for Books #4-6. I was definitely flustered last year with the pandemic, so I'm going through them very carefully.

If you bought one of last year's releases, drop me a line and I'll send you an updated copy.

Early, Early, Early

There's just so much going on in my life right now. We're fairly certain Significant Other's due date was calculated incorrectly, so Adorable Spawn may be making his appearance any day now. If he comes early, DH has already stated he'll load me on a plane, and then drive out to Texas.

(DH no longer does planes. For our honeymoon to Hawaii, he popped a sleeping pill, washed it down with the complimentary champagne, and was out for the entire six-hour trip. The flight attendant was a little worried about him, but I said, "Trust me, you don't want him awake while we're still in the air.")

So the projects I wanted to get done before spending time with the new grandbaby have taken on a new urgency. My morning projects are getting  the paperbacks formatted for all the latest three Justice books completed. In the afternoon, I work on A Hand of Father. After dinner, I write Pestilence in Pumpkin Spice. Then after DH goes to bed, I've been reading Loren L. Coleman's Crowdfunding Your Fiction and studying some ongoing fiction Kickstarters. And in between all of that, I'm rewriting Spells and Sleuths.

I've found several pirate sites that have the old versions of the Millersburg Magick Mysteries. All I can do is shake my head. The first half of Spells and Sleuths was salvageable because it was written prior to the COVID-19 pandemic.

The rest? Well, they definitely show signs of my low-grade depression through May of 2020.

I feel much better now.

Onward. There's many words to add to my works-in-progress