Obviously by now you realize that I suck at updating my blog. My life is turmoilful at the moment, and it keeps me distracted when I'm not writing. I haven't been writing near enough lately, either.
Work on Baptism for the Dead is clipping along well enough. It's a hard book to write, without an outline. But I am getting there. Still enjoying it, still feeling good about it.
I'm feeling awfully tired and stressed, and that's all I really have the energy to say right now. I need to shower and get over to the library so I can get my writing in for the day. Tonight, I am going to a meetup with the Seattle Skeptics, and really looking forward to both getting out and meeting some new people. Writers can isolate themselves, you know, physically and emotionally. I am feeling of late a very strong need for physical affection and emotional connection, and the lack of that makes me cranky and pained. Which is generally a good mood to be in while I write, at any rate, so let's get this show on the road and wallop 2500 words or so.