In case you're wondering if I still write, nay, if I'm still alive, the answer is a resounding yes. Yepper. Yesiree. You see, for the last couple of months I have been...ahem...working. At a job. A job that is not in my house. Not only do I go to an office, but it's a four hour commute roundtrip and I've come down with bronchitis AND bronchitis-induced asthma. Man, I am getting old. So not much chance for proper writing at the moment. It will change, though. Breathe easy (easier than me, anyway), it's only a temporary lawyer gig. Gotta keep those skills sharp.
I'm not letting you down, though. I've been outlining two books whenever I can. The first, of course, is The Yawning Void, the final Universe Unbound book. That outline is dunzo and I have even started the actual writing. The second is a YA contemporary novel in the vein of Clueless, Some Kind of Wonderful and Legally Blonde. Yes, I realize those are all movies rather than books but, hey, I'm a visual person. So rest assured that come January, I will once again be devoted to writing. I'm already itching to get started, but good things come to those who wait. Or so I've heard.
Quote of My Week: 'What if the new baby doesn't love me?' - my son's reaction to the impending birth of my niece. Not freakin' possible, li'l dude.