Another four pages on chapter 12 done. I should have the finished chapter in an hour or so.

But I remembered I'm supposed to ingest food to stay alive, so breakfast break, is me.

no one told me the traditional Regencies were getting the boot! (Of course, since I don't actually work there anymore, it's not like they're required to!) Bummer. I love them, and I had some fabulous authors in that program.

I don't think it's been official-officially announced yet, but I trust the person who passed along the news not to do so unless she thought it was definite and reliably sourced. Avalon and Harlequin/Mills & Boon are going to get DELUGED.

(A note for my critique partner S if she's still lurking--if I were you, I'd get a query and synopsis in the mail to H/M&B Historical NOW. As in, mail it by Monday. Beat the rush. Fivestar too: [link] I'm not sure your heroine is wholesome enough for Avalon, tho'.)

Another 2,000 plus words. Chapter 12 finished. A heartbreaker to write, this last bit. I still seem capable of bleeding on his behalf...

Sent to my WIP readers.

Someone please tell me I'm crazy to be trying to figure out if it'd be possible to have a profitable e-press devoted to traditional Regencies while I'm A) supposed to be getting ready to leave for a week, and B) had decided that I was going to temporarily leave entrepreneurship behind and get some kind of traditional job in the near future so we can buy a house and I can devote my spare time to writing without that guilty feeling that I ought to be seeking out freelance clients.

Okay - that's nuts.

Plus -- if the enterprise by itself isn't nuts (I don't know that I can judge that) -- it's certainly something that will keep until well after you get back.

True, sumi. Especially because if someone announces tomorrow they're starting a Regency e-press, my reaction wouldn't be, "Damn, they stole my idea!" but, "Huzzah! Someone is doing it!"

Lilty, I would totally get the pretty notebook. It would be like in the movies -- you know, inspirational music, a montage: me taking out my pen, and pretty notebook, writing, falling asleep on a park bench, with my glasses all crooked, 'cause in my montage, I have glasses.

Bwah! Cindy is my brain.

Bwahahahahha! Cindy and Lilty, I do so hear ya. I'm not that far off from that scenario myself...yet somehow the ratty, well-traveled notebook fits into my mental fantasy better. Mine involves a tattered green duffle bag with flags stiched to it, as well as the glasses lying crooked on my face.

I had a lovely day. Went to Sam Weller's Zion Bookstore, the most wonderful bookstore in the state. They buy books and give you credit so you can buy new ones! I sold some of my old writing books and bought two new ones, one by Isaac Asimov and his wife and one by my writing Yoda, Lawrence Block. Then I spent a couple of hours in various nooks and crannies of the place, visiting with lovely books

The company seems to have knocked some of the dust off my muse, so, a late entry into the drabble....

Her attention stayed on the TV, her eyes flickering towards me occasionally. She looked vaguely puzzled, a little anxious.

She started to speak once, and I wondered if she was going to ask who I was, to be sitting in her room like this.

I stood. I started towards her, then stopped at her look of alarm. Sighing, I turned to go.

"Good night, mother."

connie, ouch. Lovely, and painful.

I'll probably be back drabbling once I'm done with the WIP. At the rate it's been coming, that looks to be - quite seriously - sometime next weekend or thereabouts.

It's pushing 59,000 words. All my attention is vested in it right now.