What I'm reading:
Not much since early August, but I'm commencing a major reading binge, starting with these lovelies:
What I'm writing:
The sequel to THE LOST PLANET! I turned in my completed draft to my editor Sunday night, and I'm feeling about a million pounds lighter. I had fun writing it, but it's no joke what people say about the first book under contract being a completely different animal than a book you write in your own free time. I learned a lot about what it takes, particularly energy- and focus-wise, to produce a book in a year, and I plan to use what I learned to make writing the next book go a little more smoothly. Because I'm not going to lie, there were some panic moments and maybe even an epic meltdown in there somewhere. Whew! I can laugh now because I'm on the other side.
What inspires me right now:
Having free time for the first time in six weeks where I don't feel the constant pressure of a deadline. I haven't entirely lost that feeling of productive churn, and I'm trying to harness it to pick away at some new projects. More sequel ideas, and one Shiny New Idea that hit me like a hurricane while I was revising and has been vying for my attention ever since.
What else I've been up to:
Um, besides my day job, that's about it. I've been a serious house rat for the past month, swearing off the gym, turning down social invitations, and ordering delivery when my refrigerator ran out of food. Luckily for my productivity, my husband has been out of town for most of the past month.
One thing I did keep up on was my Instagram account (which is all cats and food, because what else?), so I'm going to paste in some shots of from this time period. As you can see, I was not entirely alone. I had my two house goblins, Jack and Simon:
|Nothing to see here.|
|I don't function without breakfast. Every day.|
|My desk weasel.|
|I ate a lot of kale. What can I say? I live in California. And kale is delicious. I pretended I was a vegan for part of the month.|
|Until my husband came home for Labor Day, and cooked up this 9-lb rib roast.|
|We took our cat out on the patio on a leash. He loves his leash. Or at least the outdoor time that it brings. The leash is more like a hobble.|
|My cats are there for me when I'm writing.|
|There when I'm revising.|
|There with me burning the candle on those long, late nights.|
|And finally, a shot from the final stretch. Husband sent flowers and a sweet note of encouragement. Awwwww.|