I'm working on a story that's turning out very differently than I'd thought it would. First drafts are pretty fascinating, aren't they? Here I thought I was telling a story about A, but when I write it seems to be more about B, and when I read it over, it may actually be all about C.
And then there's the part where I wonder if it's any good at all.
But the notes look great. So there.
I'm waiting for a reply from the publisher on Book The Second - the reply that was supposed to come mid-February. Hopefully this week I can hear something. Something like, "This is brilliant! We cannot live without it! Here is a fat advance check! If we only publish one thing in this year of tight budgets, it simply must be your book!" I mean, I'd settle for that. You know.
In children news, the kids all slept on the family room floor in the basement together last night. I love days with no school (totally not related to the snow - we don't have snow days around here. It's the end of the term, so teachers are at work and kids are home - yay!) So we can all just wake up when the desire strikes, and do our thing all day long. My favorite.