The last quarter or so of the year saw an amazing change in my habits. I began to travel. Indeed, when you add it all up, Kathryn and I spent two of the last four months away from Providence, between a trip to Alabama, World Fantasy in Arlington, and then the three weeks in Woodstock. I hope that the year ahead will be similarly not tied down to this city.
And hey, this year I won two World Fantasy awards, a Locus award, and my second Bram Stoker. Not too shabby.
So, turn the page.
Yesterday was about as fucking nightmarish a writing day as I ever have. But I got through pages 13, 14, 15, 16, and 17 of Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird, and it will be finished this evening. I have twelve hours to write five pages (2.4 hours per page). I think I can manage that.
And really, that's all I have for now. As cliché as it sounds, see you on the other side, kittens.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast