So, I've been a bit lax about the journal in the last couple of days. Luckily, this is for a good reason rather than my natural indolence. On Friday, I finally finished doing the second draft of The Winter of the Earth (well, almost--I haven't decided what to do with the prologue yet) at about 11pm. We went straight to bed afterwards, being as our advancing ages mean that we can't handle late nights any more. On Saturday, I spent almost all day typing all of the changes in, finally finishing late at night again. The highlight of the day--and this is going to sound a bit pathetic--was going to a big supermarket with our friend Justina. It's been months since we've been to one, and we were overcome by the urge to buy unnecessary items in a big shiny place. As a result, we ate large amounts of apple strudel all weekend.

Sunday was hanging-out day to make up for not having done any hanging out for several days. We just stayed at home, ate strudel, drank good tea and coffee, took Nika for a beautiful walk through the woods and along the valley in the sunshine, and generally took it easy.

So, that's my excuse anyway.

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I'm in that end-of-project lull now. I won't be looking at the YA novel again for a week or two. The revisions need to settle in a bit and make themselves comfy before I attack them. I have lots of other things I want to write, but I haven't started any of them. Oh yeah, and there's the fat fantasy novel to revise, but I can't face that at the moment. It needs much more work than the YA novel took. And I want to start some new novels. But I'm not doing them right now, so I'm drifting rather aimlessly. It's nice now, but in a day or two it'll get frustrating.