Sunday, 12:35 PM.
It's so cold here today that I've had to work in short periods back in my bedroom writing nook. I can hear the wind whipping around the house and my feet feel like they've been in the freezer. I ate some hot soup that warmed up the rest of me, but did absolutely nothing for my toes! This room is too far from the woodstove to ever get very warm and the little heater I've got in here is totally inadequate.
I just sent off the copyedits for Outcast. That's one less thing to worry about over the holidays. I ran through it again real quick and made a few changes to the changes and then sent it off before I felt compelled to look at it one more time. Like George Lucas once said about films he'd made, they're never so much finished as they are abandoned, and writing a book is no different. If you wait even a couple of days, your perspective changes slightly, and you find that what you thought was perfect the day before is crap--or at least, you think it is. At some point you just have to say ENOUGH!!!!!
In other news, it seems that Slave has been nominated for a writing award from the NLA--that's the National Leather Association. I'll let you guess what they're in to. Must have been the result of Cat being in chains at the beginning of the story. Amazing.