I am a silly Bear.
I finished the first read-through of Undertow and the entering of Anne's line-edits just fifteen minutes ago. She went light on me, so it only took about two days, and I was distracted for large parts of that.
Tomorrow, I have to start revising to the actual, you know, notes. Which means I will be doing a good deal of thrashing in the wire for the next week or so. (It shouldn't take too long; the edits are light, and I am restless to start writing "Chatoyant," and perhaps "Upon Deaf Ears," and then there are those other short stories to consider.)
If you get the idea that I chant my pending projects softly to myself as a reminder, you wouldn't be far wrong. I like lists; they make things seem a little more orderly and manageable, and this is anything but a manageable business.
Ooo. I just realized, Carnival will be out in less than two months.
I am looking forward to seeing what y'all make of this one.
And on that note, I'd rather ought to crawl into my warm and comfy bed.