Going mildly crazy…

I don't do short stories while writing a novel, with rare exception—-Seeking North will be easy to maintain; but…I had promised to do a bit for Janet Morris for a Thieves World piece; and a bit for Janet for Lawyers in Hell; and I have a debt of honor: Poul and Karen Anderson were two of my most frequent convention buddies in years past, and there's an anthology in Poul's honor that I'd been asked to do a piece for. Karen chimed in to ask me personally—well, so I'm in midstory on other projects. For Karen, yes. I will. I am. So that's getting done; I've done the TW bit; and then I've got an outline for the LIH project, and THEN I get to putting together the next novel, which will probably be another Bren book, while I've still got all the moving parts in order. Meanwhile we've got the kitchen cabinets in, and are drawing a bead on the bathroom tilework. And it's warming, which will mean we need to assemble the portable greenhouse and look at the yard.

But it's still cold as the hinges of you-know-what out there, so we're ok.

Meanwhile I'm sitting here with pain patches on—dunno what's got me so sore after skating today, but I am. Hope I'm not coming down with something…I haven't time!