It's either third try's the charm or three strikes and you're out, as I have to have this done by year's end.
Came home. Discovered edit letter for Range of Ghosts. Walked dog. Made pumpkin
Now I need to stop being stressed out because I suck and get my head back in the game for the edit letter. Which I need to start working on as soon as I eat some pumpkin bread and another bowl of enchiladas and rice.
Apparently, Subterranean has found some additional copies of Seven for a Secret in the back of a warehhouse somewhere, so those are available through them again. (and a good thing, too, as I just ran out of book sale copies [Book sale still ongoing for other things, however]).
And now I need to go put on another layer, because the sun just went down and I'm out of cocoa. Oh, and I have the page proofs of "King Pole, Gallows Pole, Bottle Tree" (forthcoming in La Datlow's Naked City anthology) to get through.
Man. I wonder why I feel like there aren't enough hours in the day.