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Hello darkness, my old friend

I’m so freaking tired but I can’t sleep. My mind won’t get quiet.

I’m sorry for my friends who are affected by the onset of winter. I wonder if I would feel the same dread if I lived in a colder climate.

Lisa and Mark–thank you, thank you, thank you. You don’t know how much your comments on CC have meant to me. I’ll try to be more specific when I get some of these deadlines off of me and can actually write e-mails again. And Lisa–chocolate? Thanks!

I feel really, really good about a project Tim and I have been working on. We are almost at the point of releasing details. It’s nothing you can buy soon, but I don’t mind promoting it for the next year because it’s worth it. And I’ve learned so much.

Greg comes through again Monday on his way back to New Orleans and will spend another night. That’ll be good.

Then, Jim, Tim, and I will be wrapping up TJB5 and getting it to the publisher. I’ve been so grateful for the extra time Kensington gave us because all three of us have been dealing with challenges unrelated to our work. I know Jim rarely reads my LJ, but I’m sending lots of positive thoughts his way, and for his friend. Also good thoughts to my SIL who’s in the hospital. I hope she has a speedy recovery.

Maybe my mind won’t be still because I’m reading too many books at once. I just realized today that I’m reading LOVE, BOURBON STREET (ed. by Greg Herren and Paul Willis); OTHER VOICES, OTHER ROOMS (Truman Capote); FROM BOYS TO MEN (ed. by Ted Gideonse and Rob Williams); AMMIE, COME HOME (Barbara Michaels); and WHAT I DID WRONG (John Weir). Maybe if I read these one at a time, so I could remember how to finish things, I wouldn’t have all these writing projects going simultaneously.

I guess I like variety too much.

Happy Friday the 13th

Today, I think I’ll stay home and write.

This morning’s coffee cup is brought to us courtesy of Nan and Ron, my friend Steve R’s parents. I think the cup was probably meant to remind me of their beautiful white cat George. Steve always said that George was much more spoiled than Steve and his six siblings. And I’m sure George, like any cat, would say that was as it should have been.

I also included my breakfast as a reminder to Tim that there is still some Lindsey-baked muffinish goodness over here. Thanks, Lindsey!