BH: Chapters 3 and 4 edited
exercise: swimming, walking

I’ve done some research on rose beads today, and edited Chapter 3. Happily productive.

Strangely, I don’t really feel like going to the signing tonight. I just don’t have the enthusiasm/excitement that I ought to. [poke, poke] Hello? This is very unlike me. It almost feels like depression, except I don’t feel depressed per se. I just remember that when I _was_ depressed, it felt like being wrapped in cotton wool. It was hard to care about anything because there were so many layers between me and the world, and it was hard for anything to penetrate. This, however, may be as simple as laziness. We slept late today, and Ken is still sewing at of 3:30 p.m. I don’t feel like battling rush hour traffic, eating fast food, or standing in line in the hot sun. Egads, maybe I’m just getting old! There’s a horrifying thought. Or maybe I’ve become complacent—I know I’ll have this opportunity again, because Styx sure isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Besides, if I don’t go, I’ll still have that thrill-of-the-chase opportunity to snag Larry and Glen at some other point. (Yes, this contradicts yesterday’s “I won’t need to” statement. Surely you know me well enough by now to expect wild contradictions.)

Oy. I just started plotting a new novel. I refuse to write on it until ALNM and AETW are finished, of course. I don’t normally “plot”, but I’m jotting down scene ideas in about the right order. I’d like to try another “novel dare” of sorts with it, and it’ll work better if I have as many ideas down as possible. But, oy, nonetheless.

I’ve also realised what I need to research for an upcoming story I want to write for an SF/F anthology, but I forced myself not to start the research just yet, since I was in the middle of editing BH.

Hah! Got Chapter 4 done, too. Chapter 5 may need a whole new scene, so I’ll save that for tomorrow. Well, we’re planning to finally take that ride to the big cat sanctuary, so maybe not. But maybe. I’ll read it before we leave and let my brain percolate ideas.

We didn’t go to the signing. Ken wasn’t going to be finished with the sewing, anyway. But it was my choice (I’m definitely not blaming it on him!). We went for a swim and hot tub soak, then showered and walked to a Chinese restaurant to pick up food. Just over 1.5 miles roundtrip. So we got some exercise.

And perhaps that’s enough rambling for today. G’night, pets!