Tim and I stayed up all night working on the new novel. Then we talked to our editor about various things and got a reprieve. Instead of having to be there the end of this week, it can be there next week. So we’ll ship the manuscript on Monday, I hope, one week from today. And then we might implode.
But at least I slept for five hours today. Tim is still up. But don’t worry. He’s not armed with anything except a razor sharp wit. And I suspect even that may be a bit dull right now.