1) Travel. Why is it taking me so long to get back into my regularly scheduled life? I don’t know. I guess I can’t complain about that.
3) Injuries. This week has taught me that I am not cut out to be a caretaker. Get well soon, mom. For lots of reason, including that I miss my life. To the extent that I have a life right now it isn’t my own: I’m living at her house and driving her car. I miss my cat and my husband and my bed. I’ve slept in it shockingly little this summer.
4) Bears. No kidding; they will eat you.
In writing news, the Clarion West Write-a-thon is almost over. There’s still time to sponsor me
and get a postcard. And, you know, support a wonderful organization. I am still plugging away (slowly) at the novel re-writes, which will certainly not be finished by the end of the week. Sorry. See previous excuses about things that are eating my life.
Also, I sold a story! “The Final Testament of a Weapons Engineer” will appear in After Death anthology sometime next year.
Also also. I will have a story as part of this project.
Isn’t it pretty? I will definitely have more updates on this.