I’m writing in this colour today because I am rather sick.  On the second day in McDonough, I managed to catch a lovely cold. I wasn’t terribly effective at serving at all the projects but I did manage to get one done. The rest of the time was spent being a gopher and taking pictures. And trying to get better. Only now am I getting better, what with the wonderful invention of antibiotics and Advil *knock you on your butt and remove all pain* medecine. Ah, I love it.

So many things are happening with my book and I hate that I can’t reveal any of it because it’s not official. All that I can say is:

1- they loved it at the book conference and judging by their comments, it should do well!

2- someone else is interested in it. I can’t tell you anything else.

3- my editor and I have had many interesting conversations. I guess I’m allowed to say that it looks like I’ll be able to write a sequel.

4- the cover is finished. And while it’s not quite what I had in mind, it’s better than what it was originally.

I still hate waiting. Oh if God were to ever teach me anything, it would be about patience. Every single day my patience is tried. Sometimes it does well, sometimes it is left wanting.

My brain is fuzzy. I’m going to sleep.

 

Watching: last week’s Lost. Too tired to watch this week’s. Maybe tonight.                                                                                                                                               

Listening to: my fan to make white noise while I nap.

Reading: Swinging on a Star by Janice Thompson.