The Late Post

I'm finally happy with Tate's novel again. I've been going through everything I've written so far and tightening and reworking and massaging and all that light revision stuff. What happened was that, when I settled down to go over the notes from Wyrdsmiths last night, I realized that the first several chapters are actually quite strong.

It helps to know that the bones are there, you know?

I'm getting tired now, though. I haven't made my quota for the day, but I'll just have to pull up the slack this weekend. My family and I have been getting into the habit of having homemade hot chocolate every night before bed. It's actually pretty low on chocolate and high on warm milk. I am now getting very sleepy. It's like hypnotism, only involving my stomach.

I started reading LAST HAWK by Catherine Asaro, and it amuses me greatly. I may have to blog about this one eventually. I'm ridiculously enchanted by stories of gender role reversal, where women are agressive and in charge and the men get treated like repressed women in the 1950s or earlier. It's like some kind guilty pleasure. I read Wen Spencer's A BROTHER'S PRICE, which drove me a little crazy, but it has this same conceit.

Anyway, I'm off to bed. 'Nite.