October 22nd, 2016


"Don't look back, them days are gone."

Ugh. Overcast and rainy and windy today. The wind is plucking yellowed leaves from the trees. We actually have "wind advisory" tonight, after flash-flood warnings last night. Currently, it's 62˚F. But cold weather is coming.

After six triumphant weeks, I haven't written anything since the 12th of October. My life has become mired in proofreading, first the galleys for Dear Sweet Filthy World and then the CEM for Agents of Dreamland. I haven't yet finished with either. Today, I'm making a huge fucking push to get through with the collection, and I need to finish with the novella ASAP, as Tor needs my notes yesterday. I need to be writing, not correcting and futzing and dithering. I have two novels and a shit-ton of short stories to write. And I can't risk slipping back into a malaise I've hardly escaped.

All of yesterday went to the CEM for Agents of Dreamland and to being utterly fucking exhausted from the two-day trip. If I'm really going to do this book tour thing in March, I have got to get myself in vastly better physical shape before then.

I have a few photos from the trip. I may have a few more tomorrow. I made the mistake of using the phone for a camera, because it takes wonderful photos, but getting the photos off is annoyingly slow (compared to downloading them from a camera). Anyway, behind the cut, all disorganized.

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