My angel wings were bruised and restrained

Today I plowed through some revisions on Inexplicables, smashed through some day-job stuff, participated in a useful conference call, chatted with my agent, turned down two wonderful-sounding (but un-doable) events next year, paid some bills, boxed up and mailed a package, filled a prescription at Walgreens, talked the husband into bringing home some rum, and sat on the front steps for about ten minutes while attempting to convince a pair of very nice cops that I was not some crazy drunk lady who kept calling them from (what first appeared to be) my address.

Turned out the crazy drunk lady had misreported her own location. She got a "15" and a "50" confused, and lo, I was off the hook. Still. Funny way to break up the day.

And now, I will log off and let the internet go about its business without me. This weekend promises to be action-packed - and by "action-packed" I mean "work-packed," as I need to get a jump on some of next week's material.

Next week's a big one: Ganymede is coming out, and its big release day is thrown by the University Book Store - where I'll be reading and signing like a mofo on Tuesday evening starting at 7:00 o'clock. As a bonus, I also expect some very big news to drop right around that very same day. Maybe two pieces of very big news. Stay tuned.

In short, I expect Tuesday to be a wash from a productivity standpoint, and maybe Wednesday as well. Regardless, I need to wrap up a metric ass-load of day-job work and a draft of Inexplicables must go off to my editor by Friday.

Ergo, I hope you all have lovely second and third days of autumn, and I'll catch up to you later.