Yes, yes, everyone's fine here at the Cat Farm and Confusion Factory. We're simply in the midst of Deadline Heck for various projects, two of which are late, and one of which is coming due Right Soon. I, personally, have been down deep in the guts of the novel, doing I can't even tell you, because to do so I would have to change brain trains, and I can't really do that right now.
On the Mundane Plane, it was snowing yesterday, so we put off going to town. Which of course meant that it snowed even more on the overnight, and is snowing as I type, so I guess we'll go to town in the snow.
I hear from Uncle Hugo that Mr. Blyly will soon have a page up for the pre-order of singed/personalized copies of The Gathering Edge, the. . .twentieth Liaden Universe® novel. We'll let you know when that page is live.
For those of a Hugo nominating bent, the Liaden Universe® is eligible for the brand new Series Hugo, which is being test-driven at this year's WorldCon.
The cats are all fine, though of course they'd rather we'd do something a little more interesting than sitting in a chair and staring at the computer screens. Belle has taken to jumping up in the bed in the early morning hours -- say around 4:00 am, to Discuss Weighty Matters with me. Steve is of the opinion that she wants me to add a dining room, so she can have a dining room table to sleep on (we just finished reading The Cat Who Saw Red aloud, and I fear Koko is a bad influence.). She would also like a Cat Porch to be installed.
. . .I think that's all I've got. Writers lives are pretty boring, really, especially when we're working.
Everybody stay well and warm -- or cool, depending on your hemisphere.