Paul left early this morning--4:45 am to be exact--and somehow I then managed to sleep in until ten. I have another late night of bar testing this evening, and had planned to get up early and head out to the mall to do my Christmas shopping for Paul as well as stop by the Apple store. Alas, I overslept, and while I could go ahead and get ready quickly and head on out to do it all, I'm also thinking I can just do it tomorrow. Yes, the weekend before Christmas is going to be hideous out there in retail land, but I also don't want to be rushed. I took tomorrow off because I have some appointments in the late afternoon, but if I can get up by nine tomorrow morning, I can do it all: Target, Apple, Macys, and even Costco. I have tickets for an early (10:00 am) showing of Rogue One Saturday morning at the Prytania Theater, and I intend to get quite a bit of writing--and cleaning--done this weekend.
In other exciting news, my editor got back to me and was enormously pleased with the tweaks I made based on her suggestions for my story; I cannot make an official announcement yet but I am very excited. The name of my story is "Lightning Bugs in a Jar," and I can't wait to talk about it. Woo-hoo!
There's nothing quite so satisfying as getting praise for your work, is there? Particularly when you're an author. I always thought that the more work I published, the further along in my career I got, the easier it would get and the less self-doubt there would be. Alas, that isn't true; if anything, it gets worse. Heavy heaving sigh.
So, as soon as I finish this I am going to get cleaning and organizing around here so I won't have to take time from my weekend to do it.
I really want to get this book done. I'm itching to get going on some other projects (as always).
All right, sorry for the brevity, but I need to get back to the spice mines.
But here's a hunk for you in the meantime.