In which tomorrow is Monday. Again.

[rolanni]

Could somebody tell me why the life of a writer is believed to be one of unending glamour and excitement?

This weekend, I wrote, slept, wrote, ate, wrote, did the laundry, scrubbled cat belly, wrote, answered a few embarrassingly overdue emails, wrote, signed some books for an SRM bookstore order, wrote, updated the Saltation webpage (only 554 books left for adoption!) and, um, wrote.

You'd think that I'd have something to show for all this industry, but you'd be wrong. The days when I could press out 4,000 words in a day are apparently gone forever. Guess I'll just have to write shorter books.

Here in beautiful Central Maine, we're looking at showers on the overnight, and the possibility of thunderstorms on the morrow (yay, thunderstorms!)

And how was your weekend?

Progress on Longeye:

61,296 / 100,000 (61.3%)

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And my weekend?

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Strange. For the first time since I bought this house, I was the only human sleeping in it last night. Very odd. The kids are expected home from their whirlwind trip to NYC any moment now, and I'm strangely sad that the semi-silence is over. No noises (save the occasional barks and mews and so forth) that I didn't initiate or turn on and off with a switch.

I kind of liked it, but I'm also glad it was temporary....