I had a very strong urge to anonymously mail someone an owl today – not a real one, duh, that would probably be a felony – and I had to breathe deeply until it passed. I shall post an owl instead.
My book is eating my brain, but it’s pleasant. I’m still polishing it, and it’s probably good enough to where I don’t need to do a cheesy blog to promote it. Or maybe it’s bad enough that I wouldn’t mind having it vanish into obscurity.
I’ll probably need to go spend a week in Hawaii disentangling my brain once it’s final. Hopefully I won’t decide at that point that it’ll be even better if I rewrite it again.