All right, this is getting out of hand. I’ve missed what, two days — no, three — this week? It shouldn’t be an excuse, but I’ve been up to my neck in various projects: getting everything squared away for the collected version of Pete, Drinker of Blood, working on that long-overdue second Boone Butters story, helping Bob Vardeman out with a project, and gearing up to start writing the new novel, which I won’t talk about yet. Except to say I’m excited as hell about writing it.
So I’m writing this early in the day, just to make sure it doesn’t slip through the cracks. The Casey-dawg is sprawled on the floor behind me — it’s chilly today, and she likes to lay on the carpet in the office when it’s cold. Decker is back in bed, snuggled in the blankets. Lester is somewhere — he was curled up in my desk chair when I got up this morning, but I chased him outta there. Me, I’m fighting the urge to close the office window. The breeze coming in is a little colder than I’d like for this early in September, but I’m not ready to give up just yet.
But with that, I’d better get a move on. Lots to do.
Meanwhile, I’ll remind you that part 8 of Pete, Drinker of Blood — the conclusion of the serial novel — is now available, for Kindle, Nook and in various formats at Smashwords. Reading Pete helps keep the dawgs and cat (and me) warm!