Man, I'm finally caught up! Well... more or less.

Spent most of the morning working the draft of the collab with Jay, and it's all starting to come together nicely, now that we both know how it ends. Always a good thing to know.

And then I spent the rest of the day working on the Wannoshay novel revisions, just now finishing up. Everything else from here on out is going to be pretty much brand-new stuff, as I pull odds and ends from the old draft and meld it with the new events of the ending. Finally.

I also made some kick-ass chili for Elizabeth and me while she was off watching my sister play rugby (yeah, my younger sister is on the East Carolina rugby team, and she kicks major ass).

I also did some more clean-up on the pile of branches and tree trunks sitting at the side of the road, since it looks like the slackers here in Raleigh aren't going to pick it up. So I started throwing the shit in the big overgrown common area about fifty yards away from our backyard. That stuff's so damn thick that the kudzu swallowed up everything I threw in there as soon as I tossed in there. It's like some mutant plant out there...

And now I'm shutting off this damn computer and having a beer. Okay, another beer. But who's counting??? Later!

Now Playing:
"Some Devil," Dave Matthews

Now Reading:
The Ivory and Horn, Charles de Lint;
Slow Dancing through Time, Gardner Dozois

Stories out to Publishers:
16

Today's Words:
1,300

Words for '03:
122,300

Today's Quote:
"I think that happens a lot with them," Joshua said carefully, trying to get a grasp of how Shontera truly felt about the aliens. "My friend the colonel has a lot of theories about why these things happen. My best answer is simply that they're aliens, and they can't help themselves. I hate to think what I'd be like, trying to get by on a totally new planet."

Shontera glanced back at her sleeping daughter in the back of the drafty car. "Maybe," she whispered, "maybe they just learned it by watching us."

Thinking about Sergeant Murphy and her pulse gun, the last line of defense against the suicide cultists and violent protestors as well as the terrorists from around the world still operating their cells here in America, Joshua nodded. He was about to say something more about it, but he was cut off by a scream from Toshera behind him.