Good Monday morning to you, I hope you're all well.
I did not pre-prepare a post for today--this may be me slipping back into my scrambling habits of "Oh, crud, it's blog day! What do I post?", or it just may be an aberration. Time will tell. I was going to say, not a lot happened over the weekend, but that's not entirely true. The holiday on Friday, combined with the recent breaking of my internal clock (seriously, I've been waking--and getting--up earlier and earlier each day. I haven't started seeing any little bald men with scissors, though) allowed me to get a big final push in so that I could send a new set of revisions on POWERLESS née BARTON'S WOMEN to Carrie on Saturday. Seriously, I think it took me longer to read through it than it did to actually do revisions!
Yesterday was a nice little day of relative rest. We did some shopping, which included a stop at a local bookstore for the Catbird, who has to do some summer reading for her English class next year. The bookstore is the one we did our signing at last month, and it looks like they're sold out of our little anthology--hooray! There's been some talk of a reprint, but I don't know that that's going to happen.
Now it's time to look at other projects and figure out which to really did into. I think that means more reading of my own words, a squirm-inducing prospect for sure, especially as two of these are really raw, pure brain-dumping and meandering things that haven't totally found themselves yet. Kind of like this post.
That's it for me, did you have a good weekend? See you Friday!