Dust will be along eventually, or so I hear, since I just had a phone call with a lovely man yesterday about the pronunciations of the names in the book.
Looking back at my to-do list (previous post) it occurs to me that the whole point of getting the dratted deadline for Chill moved (it looks now as if it will be published for Fall 2009, so never fear; it is not being pushed back a full year) was so I could take some time off from novels and let my brain regrow.
Yes, Bear. Your inner compulsive workaholic is fooling you again. Take a chill pill and actually let the fallow period be, yanno, kind of fallow. Writing is a self-exhaustive act, and you need to remember that you can't go full-bore all the time.
...besides, there are all these short things I need to finish, and I should finish them.