Onward

My back aches this morning despite my usual exercises.  I'd like to blame the weather, but I truly think it's because I spent yesterday monkeying around with my art program on my computer.  I always hunch forward, willing the computer to do what I want it to.  And if I'm working with pictures, that means I'm running full bore on the world book.

If you've not heard me talking about the world book, this is what took all my attention this last summer where I'd usually whip up a novella for an anthology.  The good news is that it's scheduled for this November, the bad news is that that means I've got to kick butt and get the rewrite done before I go on tour, 'cause there's no way I can do anything when I'm jumping planes and cars.  (I've tried. It doesn't work.)

The only way I can describe how I feel about writing this is to compare it to cooking.  You can be the best baker in the world, but if you have to make candy, the only thing in common is that you're still in a kitchen.  So I'm still kind of figuring this out as I go.  If I get a chapter done ever couple of days . . .