Lots of hot tea. Cups and cups of it. This is one of those days when all I want to do is hide under the covers with a good book, thick socks, cats, poodle, fuzzy hat, and the remote control. Not that it isn’t beautiful out, because it is—gloriously beautiful, with ice and snow coating the branches, and the sun making everything dazzle and glitter. But it is cold, man. Century-old farmhouses don’t have much insulation. And the new house isn’t quite ready to move into.
Book is progressing. I have interviews to respond to. On Monday I need to turn in the cover description for the tenth Dirk & Steele novel. I have two possible stories in mind, and I need to decide quickly which one to write next. Both have radically different plots and locations. Both deal with serious topics, and are high on adventure (of course). But one of them might possibly be more lighthearted than the other. And could be more fun to write. Actually, I know it will be more fun to write.
Which decides it, I guess. Now I just need to figure out who’s human and who’s not. I love this job!