So this week I received the second round of revisions from my New Editor (until I get used to it, which is to say never, I will be capitalizing New Editor for the joy of it all).

Not too bad, and I hope to finish in about a week. Meanwhile, I’ve finished revising the first five chapters of the never-ending opium-addicted Marquess and his illegitimate vicar’s daughter bride book (the Regency-set historical, not a contemporary, in case you were confused), and I hope to send that along to the Fabulous Agent soon.

And…this week Thanksgiving, which means I don’t have to cook! Yay! Or do cleaning! Yay! And perhaps can get more sleep. YAYAYAYAYAY!

Over at HeroesandHeartbreakers.com, we’ll be having some Thanksgiving content, although we could not find a picture of a sexy pilgrim. Go figure.

We’re back in Very Snowy Brooklyn, and thankfully found a parking spot when we arrived, since the streets have barely been plowed.

I have to work a smidge on freelance stuff, but otherwise, we’re nesting at home, watching movies, eating popcorn and laughing. Yay!

Next week back to the real world. But for now–hand me the remote!

No, I am not continuing to pimp Game Of Thrones (”winter is coming”), but instead to say we are heading to Minnesota for a wedding.

Whee!

and

Yikes!

It is supposed to be a high–A HIGH–of 12 degrees tomorrow. But since I expect not to be outside very much, it should be fine. Of course I am freaking out about being cold, since that’s what I do, but as a consequence a Lovely Spouse bought me a brown cashmere hoodie last Christmas, so I’ll be wearing that as often as possible.

Anyhoo, I have done my post at the Riskies for tomorrow already, talking about my Jane Austen love, so click on over there if you wanna see (lazybones, just click on ‘my other blog,’ since I don’t have the right URL here yet).

Okay. If I don’t freeze, I should return in a few days.

It’s for January 11 at 11. I hope I remember (I put it into my phone’s calendar, with reminders set and everything).

Hm. Other than that, not much news to report, at least not that I want to go into in depth now (nothing awful! Just change that is too new to assess, related to working and such).

Uh . . . still hoping to stumble across a GREAT gift for the husband, but so far things have been sold out, or currently unavailable, or not in the right size. Drat.

And still watching Asian films, only venturing into Korea now, too, as well as Japan and Asia. Thinking about dabbling in Thailand. I have no idea why these are so fun to me right now, but I am digging them.

So. There you have it. Will post tomorrow when I get my Riskies act together.

So I might have been a Total Fail in terms of NaNo count, but the impetus allowed me to finish–FINISH!–the novella I’ve been working on forever.

Whee!

And then I jumped right back into the Urban Fantasy, and wrote a whole bunch of words yesterday.

Yay!

So maybe NaNo is good for me after all, just not in the ‘50K words by the end of the month’ way.

I have been a bad blogger, possibly the Worst Blogger In The Entire World (although perhaps I exaggerate), because I have been so incredibly lame about updating.

So here I am. Abashed AND ashamed.

What have I been doing instead?

Getting the new middle schooler ready for middle school. First day went as expected, which is to say he was very confused and overwhelmed.

Reading.

Writing! Sent the Champion Agent not one, but TWO proposals. One she can do nothing with now, it was just to get it out of my head for the time being. The other she might be able to do something for.

More writing! I wrote an article for the NINC newsletter.

And another project! A super-secret fun project for which I am getting paid. Woot!

. . . and I always have my freelance job. So life is busy, and I am trying to keep all the things I have to do getting done and all (not that that makes sense, but it’s late–almost midnight–and I’ve been up since 6:00am, albeit with a smidge of a nap in the middle there).

This is what the hero of the short historical thingy I’m working on looks like:

The thing is, I love posting stuff here, whether it’s a rant, or a hawt guy or a picture of a cup of coffee. It’s just that I’ve been both busy and boring (and alliterative, apparently–see! I did it again!), so haven’t bothered. Will bother more now that the school year has recommenced.

Megan

*No reference to the Champion Agent, whose name is Louise, nor to my cousin Luis; it’s merely something I’ve always said.

So the Frampies are at the Jersey Shore, which means plenty of sun, sand, et al; the ‘et al’ could mean eating twin lobsters, or napping on the shore, or reading without guilt.

Yay!

‘Et al’ could also mean adjusting one’s conversation to include the MIL’s constant hovering concern, and all sorts of guarded fun. But whatev.

Meanwhile, I’ve been allowing my subconscious to work on the Demon Story (it has a dopey, deliberately obscure name in my head, but I’m not sharing it here), and have come up with some fun plot developments. I can’t wait to get back into it, after finishing the Regency-set historical novella I promised the Materialistic Buddhist I’d write (for my own benefit, mind you, since she is a Buddhist and all).

I’ve also exercised every day, including running and biking, so I don’t feel as logey and sluggish as I sometimes do when chowing on sticky buns and cream-filled doughnuts.

So yay.

Will likely post tomorrow to alert about a Riskies post, and then will see all back in Brooklyn.

So yesterday I shipped the son off to his grandmother’s, and so I had some downtime while waiting for the Works For-Effing-Ever Spouse to finish work. I headed to Starbucks, got a dark cherry lite mocha frappucino, and whipped out the iPad and wireless keyboard.

And, seated at a communal table across from a couple having their first date, wrote nearly 1,000 words.

Yeah, that’s what I said. How cool is that?

Back when I wrote music reviews, Scott used to say that I could write a review in the back of a flatbed truck driving down the highway at speed. I am pleased to say I can write the same way, I don’t appear to need a quiet room or no distractions. That could be because what I’m writing is so darn fun, but for whatever reason, I’ll take it.

Yay!

Whoa, I’ve been away from here for longer than I’ve ever been. So, what’s been going on?

Hm.

–the Frampies went on vacation to California; we saw Big Sur, good food, lovely relatives and many, many forms of aquatic life at the Monterey Aquarium (pic of 11 y.o. and cousins, above).

–we got an iPad, which I used to write on while Scott was hogging the Mac. FTW! I wrote over 1,000 words. Am taking said iPad to RWA’s National Conference, which I go to next week.

–Sleeping has been crazy problematic for me since returning home. Insomnia every night, exhaustion every day. Fun!

–My husband likes to take lovely pictures of picturesque landscapes, while I like to take pictures of people.

–I have been a week without diet Coke. No reason, just thought I’d try.

–This summer is flying by. And THANK GOD we put in central air-conditioning.

–Have I mentioned I’m so tired? Yeah. But, you’ll all be glad to hear, still preserving my inimitable sense of humor, which is to say, thinking ‘Yeah, that’s EXACTLY what I wanted to happen’ when something horrible happens. Joy.

–We all love ramen. It is the 11 Year-Old’s favorite food.

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Nobody touch me, I don’t wanna jinx anything. I actually feel like writing, which is remarkable. Maybe it’s because I am close to done with the novella, maybe because I re-read seven pages (out of seven) of a fun paranormal I started writing, maybe because I have so many lovely people cheering me on (not limited to: The Partner In Crime, the Delightful Phone Friend, the Materialistic Buddhist and the Champion Agent).

Maybe because it’s the first day of summer, and my son is graduating, and I have central air? It doesn’t take much, honestly.

Anyhoo. I hope to wrap up the novella later today, and then return to the half-finished Women’s Fiction. Then to the paranormal. Meanwhile, I wait for folks to get back to the Champion Agent regarding Mothering Heights.

More anon.