Boy, I'm beat. Darling Daughter and I have both had a short bout with a virus, but we're both feeling better today. Which is great. Having three kids in the house, I always expect once the cooties roll around to me, I'm gonna be knocked on my rear for several days, but this time I escaped with only mild symptoms.
Well, I've been working on the rewrites, and am pleased with the progress, so far. I'm a little nervous about sending it out once I'm finished, but I have a line of people who will knock my block off if I don't.
Then I have to get busy on the next book. Yay!
So that's kind of it. I don't really have any exciting stories to tell. I haven't been anywhere in a week, except my sons' school and the grocery store.
The holidays are coming up, which I always enjoy, but it's also approaching two years since my Dad passed away.
We'll be doing lots of traveling, and I'm looking forward to seeing family and friends.
But then there's shopping.
Only once in a blue moon do I enjoy the shopping process, and the crazy Christmas crush does not qualify as one of those times.
Plus, I am a nervous person anyway, and I worry (seriously worry) about getting gifts that I know people want or need. I don't like buying people fuzzy kitty-cat house shoes just because they're the right price and easy to get.
I really want people to have gifts they can use, or if nothing else, give them a gift card or cash to put toward something they've been saving up for.
So I worry. But this year I am going to make some phone calls, ask some questions, and do my best to make this holiday season as stress-free as possible.
Have a good one.