Empty fish tank

It was a good long run, but Mr. Fish, who sat on my desk and kept me company, has finally gone to the big pond in the sky.  :-)  Unlike most fish that I've had, I watched him slowly falter over the span of a week, and it looked peaceful.  There was no ick involved, and the temp has been steady, so I think he was simply old.  Good by, Mr. Fish.  Long live the new Mr. Fish!  (Which I will get sometime this weekend along with a piece of foam to upholster my kneeling chair.  I've been sitting on a pillow this week, and the extra inch has really helped get my arms in line for extended typing and reduced my shoulder stress.)

If you are following my self-imposed marathon of 100 pages in five days, I am on day four, and feeling the mental strain, as expected.  That it's Friday should help.  That I will take two days off before I finish will make Monday a snap.  Yesterday, I did 19 pages and ended at a natural chapter break.  I have two chapters to go, and if I get done today what I want, it will leave the comfy, cozy, coda for Monday.  Whoo-hoo!  This ms isn't actually due until December of next year, but I want it done so I know how to edit the one I just turned in, and I'm already seeing changes.

Now I have an entire nine months to edit one ms, edit the world book, sign off on graphic novel pages, and put together an anthology for you–which will give me the chance to write some new short stories about characters that might turn into the next series.  Ahhhhhh, can you just feel the stress fall away?  :-)