baby you can drive my car--
Today, my goals are simple: Revise "Orm the Beautiful," think very hard about "Babylon and On," which may also wind up being named "Dark On Wednesday" (It needs more plot than night-golfing vampires, no matter what my backbrain says) and reread the existing New Amsterdam stories
The weekend appears to be devoted to a Ren Faire, museum-going, and dinner with friends, and tonight is Archery Night, so there's no telling how much might actually get done.
In other news, I may not be replete with degrading sex like some people, but the latest Blood & Iron review on Amazon comforts me that I can at least epater the bourgeoisie* every now and again.
That's a nice feeling.
(Actually, I have plenty of degrading sex, thank you very much. It's just mostly not in print yet. Gimme a year.**)
The good news is, my Dad liked it.
* bad French for "scaring the straights." Don't feel bad: I had to get truepenny to explain it to me.
** truepenny wrote all the sex scenes. Why are you looking at me like that? In fact, she also wrote all the icky sex scenes in the book that will soon no longer be named The Stratford Man, and The Journeyman Devil, too.