SHADOWS?

 

YES. 

DONE. 

I just sent the finished second draft of SHADOWS to Merrilee and my editor.  Pressed that email button.  Zap.

            And I'm so tired I could sleep for a week.  Except I'm not going to sleep for a week. *   I am going to take hellhounds on a long country hurtle tomorrow morning, I am going to order some plants for my garden(s) tomorrow afternoon**, and then I am going to go RING BELLS at Forza tomorrow evening.

            And I will start on SHADOWS' third and final draft on Thursday.  Which I have promised for the end of February.***

            But at this moment I am falling down with tiredness.  †

* * *

 * Well, maybe I can sleep for a week between now and tomorrow morning?  Has anyone figured this out yet?  It's not quite the thirty-six hour day (or thereabouts) we all want, it's just a little bulge off to one side about a little extra sleep. . . .  

** The backlog of plant catalogues with corners of pages turned down has become a bit extreme.  Also I have empty space to fill.  There is nothing more beautiful to a gardener than empty space.  

*** But I've already begun whining for a few days of March because February is so short. 

† But I bet I could sing just a little before I fell down.