Doo-be-do, Be-doo . . .

It's a soggy mix of rain and sleet today, so of course I want to go out into it.  No snow yet, and I hope it stays that way.  Work went pretty well yesterday, with me writing out a bit of Kalamack family history.  Trent's dad used to work for the Saladan family, making the cross-country trek from Sacramento to Cincinnati in search of a non-govenmnent run radio station during the high point of the plague.  Huh.  I didn't know that.  -laugh-  Now I understand the rivalry and forced friendship between their two boys.

I also spent about two hours staring at my ceiling last night, figuring about three things out for the next book, which is why I woke up humming Frank Sinatra.  (grin)  Progress, progress, My thoughts are huffing like a big diesel engine, cold, but feeling the energies starting to get the momentum going until it can't be stopped.  Must call editor and talk to her before she gives me the next edit letter.  I see changes.

I've got a bit of a treat for you today in the form of a fabulous, non-spoiler review of Pale Demon, brought to you by the bestdamnwritingblog people.  I've got a Q&A with them too, which had more than the usual questions, so if you're curious, take a peek!  I really enjoyed this one.  It made me think about my answers.

. . . dum-de-dum, de-dum . . . exchanging glances, wondering in the night, what were the chances . . .