I can’t believe how long it’s been since I've done this. Just another indication of how my job has eaten my life. I’ve always found blogging therapeutic, though, so I will make time this morning. 

Life:

One of my kids is a scientist. Like an honest-to-God, in the lab, with the white coat, type of scientist. I love him more than life itself, but when he starts talking about work, I absorb maybe one word in three, though I do my best to remain engaged and make the appropriate positive noises. I finally figured out last night that he knows this and teases me with it on purpose. 

My husband:   I figured that out years ago.
Me:   You could’ve clued me in. 
My husband:   What fun would that be?
Me:   I suppose you have a point.

Writing:

With Keeper of the Rituals finished, I need to decide which long project to tackle next. I know which I should focus on, but it’s not technically under contract, so I don’t think I will. How’s that for passive aggressive? I’ve had a fun idea for a companion story to Marc and Sawyer’s tale that takes place in the Great Restorations universe. I could start that. But I also have a fully fleshed-out concept and outline for a YA trilogy that’s been beating in my brain for, oh, I don’t know… two years? So there’s that.

It’s been a while since I’ve had the freedom to choose. I’ve been playing catch-up since before COVID. It’s liberating not having a backlog. It’s so liberating, I’ve exercised my non-decision-making skills for nearly a month now. And that can’t go on. 

My dad, God rest his soul, would've said S*** or get off the pot, kid. Always spoke his mind, that man. But he wouldn't be wrong. 

Time to commit.
 

Service Puppies!