Just emailed off the more-detailed-than-I-thought freelance project I’ve been working on and can finally sit up straight and imagine tomorrow. It’s actually a very good thing I had to be busy today because there are a couple of bits of news that I am waiting on. The wait would have been torture today had I not had my nose buried in word lists.
Alas, no real answers on the potential book news front today either. It seems like everyday brings more possibility than closure, so I guess I shouldn’t complain. . . until the floor falls out from under me anyway. 🙂 (Why is it that I *alwaysalwaysalways* must prepare myself for the worst? I’m such a self-protectionist. Excuse me while I go take up my guns and stare the possibility of good news square in the face and see which of us blinks first.)