In other news, I finished the second draft of One-Eyed Jack today and sent it off to the beloved first readers. It's currently in the stage of being lo, full of suck. But when the first readers are done shredding it, it can be converted most ruthlessly to a third draft (a massive sentence-level edit at this point, I think, and cutting crappy bits) and then it can go live in arcaedia's guilt pile for a while.
Other things to do this year: once truepenny hits her deadline for the sequel to Melusine, get with her and finish and then rewrite A Companion To Wolves. Also, do a buttload of thinking about Carnival and Whiskey & Water, and possibly write one or both of them. (That'd handle the two-novels-a-year obligation, after all.)
Also, it would be nice to sell The Cobbler's Boy, Blood & Iron, and maybe The Stratford Man. If I were feeling greedy.
I plan to work on short stories until I get a real streak of ambition, though, because I've trunked and/or sold an awful lot this year, and the inventory, as they say, is spare. And also, I am savagely, gloriously, amazingly caught up. And my life is therefor my own, for a while.