It’s supposed to get in the mid 40’s today, and I’m thoroughly excited about it. I’ve not seen mid 40’s since I got back from tour, and all my bulbs are at an arrested development. (ha!) There’s stuff coming up in my yard I don’t recognize. I know I put them in the ground, but the area I’m watching has about three species that I’ve not grown before, and I don’t know what’s coming up yet. Should be fun.
Had a great chat with my editor yesterday, and I’m all fired up about book ten rewrite. Turn and face the strange, ch-cha-changes . . . My writing schedule has closed in, though. This is a good job if you like being busy, and I like being busy. I’m now kicking around the idea of perhaps moving a book forward in my schedule a year or two down the way, ideally making for two hefty volumes released in one year. We’ll see. I have to get through this summer first.
I’m just glad that it’s considering warming up. If I don’t get into the dirt soon, I’m going to have to do something ugly with my sewing machine. (That didn’t come out quite right . . .)