January

Okay, who took January? It can't be February next week. It's too soon. The Christmas tree is still on the deck waiting for someone to notice it died, I still have cranberry sauce, but ran out of turkey (thank heaven), daffodils are nodding at me from the garden, and I'm thinking, "Didn't this same thing happen last year? Like, so recently."

Champagne

I need a few magnums to share with all of my friends who have been so supportive in this book writing effort.

I've got a contract. I've got a wonderful editor who likes what I write and is efficient as well as understanding.

Life is good.

Blaaag

Guess it's time to write something here--anything is better than nothing, isn't it? I may have an offer from a publishing house for one of my YA novels, and I'm excited while at the same time a bit apprehensive. I'm leaving one very comfortable niche in this writing business and entering another that is not familiar. That's okay, I suppose because pushing the envelope is always a learning experience.

Excuse me while I go learn something.