I heard from Anne yesterday. She's accepting my revisions Scardown, which means book #2 is delivered, and needs only its copyedit and then galleys checked.
Which leaves book # 3 looooooooooooooooooming like a monolith before me.
Breathing exercises. In, out, in, out. I am more than a third of the way done, after all, even if it feels like the biggest scariest book in the world. They always seem to, don't they? Sooner or later, even the friendiest books get scary...
In the mean time, I have three pages on my necklace story. And as soon as I have set the tea to brew and washed my hair, there wil be more words.
seven days before I leave for San Francisco and the cross-country jaunt with
stillnotbored, and then once I come home from that, a gap of about a month before Comicon. Then I have August to write, and then Worldcon, and the book had better be done by then, in draft at least, dammit. What a life. *g* I can't really complain, though. I did it to myself.
