I took my tree down Tuesday night, and on Wednesday afternoon, Sam took the lights off the deck. I try to leave them up for a while every year, but he always insists on putting them away, even if he has to do it himself. Personally, I like the lights and wouldn't mind leaving them up year round. They shine through the bathroom window and help me find my way down the hall at 4AM and are a bright, cheery sight out the kitchen window when I'm at the sink cleaning up after dinner. Maybe if I put plain white lights up, he'd let me keep them. Or maybe it's an autism thing. Who knows?
I sent Wildcat to my agent and told her I was rewriting three manuscripts, converting them to third person and linking them together in a series. She asked to see the first one when I finish the revisions. Whether she'll shop it around or advise me to self-pub it remains to be seen. She's also going to read Wildcat for me and give me some editorial suggestions before I send it off to my Sourcebooks editor in March. I'm hoping she won't find too much that needs fixing, but you never know. I send chapters to my critique partner thinking they're in good shape, and they come back to me with all sorts of corrections.
It's hard to believe that the release of Stud is only five weeks away. Guess I'd better get started on those darn guest blogs. Fortunately, there are only eight of them. Still seems like a lot, though. I'll be in Gatlinburg when some of them post. I hope the internet there doesn't fail me!
Cute, isn't he?