Weird.Â It feels a lot like 2007, only the air is dryer.Â Stupid January.Â Cold as hell, dry as sandpaper month that doesn’t even hold the charm of my birthday at the end of it.
I think this year saw my favorite Christmas since I moved to Texas.Â Well, more to the point my favorite Christmas Eve.Â Shawna and I spent it together in the new house, snuggling with the dogs, watching TV, blowing our noses as allergies attacked, and putting our new coffee maker through its paces (we can now make more than two cups at a time!).Â We’d planned to open presents after dinner (I made Shawna scallops), but just before noon Shawna starts throwing presents in my lap and telling me to open them.Â Really, it doesn’t get better than that.
But that was more than a week ago.
In the days since Christmas, I’ve been churning out prose at an alarming rate.Â Well, I guess it’s not alarming if I’m just following goals I set for myself.Â I’d love to tell you what I’m working on, but I’m trying to keep a better lid on these things.Â Why tell you about something that might not sell, right?
That said, I hope to have exciting news in the next month or two. Things are looking up.
In the meantime, I’m preparing for the World Horror battle.Â Gotta get all my ducks in a row and such.Â Joy of joys!