I've always been amused that Valentine's Day and venereal disease share the same initials. Granted, it's really SAINT Valentine's Day, but still--look up the story of St. Valentine for yourself.
Now THERE'S some romance, right? Not exactly a Nicholas Sparks novel there, is it?
We're still watching--and enjoying--Santa Clarita Diet, which becomes more and more clever with each episode, as is Riverdale--it was really fun seeing Betty go to the dark side last week, and I hope it's foreshadowing of future story for her. I'm also still reading Lori Rader-Day's Little Pretty Things; I just hate that I'm so tired when I get home from work every night that I can only read a little bit.
As for the writing, this morning I completed edits on a short story I've sold and turned them back in to the editor. I am very pleased to be a part of this book, but I don't have permission to discuss it publicly yet; but I will say my story is called "Lightning Bugs in a Jar" and it's one I am very proud of. Constant Reader knows how hard short stories are for me to write, so every time I sell one it's a victory.
As far as the writing goes, I started outlining two books this week; just to see where they go and if they are, indeed, something I want to write. One would be the first in a potential cozy mystery series (under a pseudonym, of course) and the other is a stand alone called I Know Who You Are. I am more interested in the stand alone at the moment, to be honest--but once I get these two outlines finished I am going to go on to outline two more I have ideas for--and yes, one of them is the Colin stand-alone I've been talking about forever.
And now, back to the spice mines.