Sitting here at the table, starting to feel the edge of hunger and figuring I ought to say "Hi" to my blog.
Got my steampunk romance submission, The Island of Icarus, in to Samhain, and now I'm waiting until the end of the month for an answer. Crossing my fingers. Crossing them really hard.
Working on a steampunk short for a Cleis call. After that, a zombie romance short. Oh, yeah, and working on the final edits for my erotic werewolf novelette. Excited about that.
Hope to get a few book reviews up sometime this week. The Difference Engine, Whitechapel Gods, and Her Colorado Man. (Yeah, that last one was a doozy. I thought I'd give a cheesy Harlequin historical romance a go. Sorry I did.)
Gosh, I usually feel a little more interesting, but suddenly I'm pretty tired and can't write anything more than a truncated list of current life events.
All right, off to eat and walk the dog.
Er, that is to say, off to eat some food and then walk the dog. I usually don't make a practice of eating said dog. Ah, grammar.
Love, fangs, and...snore...
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