Current situation.
PT will be renamed "The Broken Discus" as the new working title. The second in the series will be called "The Morrigan."
Finished BD and have 55,000 words on TM. Blowing through it would be putting it mildly. I have never...literally...never written like this. I would say something about "getting used to it," but I'm a believer in some superstitions and will hereby keep my trap closed.
Will edit "Canary: Out of the Shadows" and publish it by the end of February. Tried for the beginning of February but was immersed in my series. When you're in the flow, you keep flowing.
Now here it is...all laid out and about.
Third book in mythological series. I already know what the fourth is about. But this one comes first.
New Erotic Romance
And now, as I sit in front of my computer, I can't think of the third thing. Must've been important. 🤨
Update on the Murph 'n' turf. Could've called him "Hunter", and it would have worked, also. This boy carries his crinkles in his mouth. Drags his wands from here to there and back again. Tears the feathers off said wands. Gave him a lamb chop, spur of the moment on adoption day, and he has jacked that poor baby up.
But when I pet his oh-so-fluffy bunny belly, he makes sure to not scratch me like he would another kitten. However, this little shit digs his claws in, not thinking, and my limbs look like constellations, at this point.
Murphenstein has also decided to grace me with his feline presence around 2 to 3 in the morning. And he wants to cuddle. I don't even cuddle with people. Or he'll use my arm as a pillow. OR my pillow as his pillow.
All in all, he's pretty fucking awesome, and I love him dearly.
Haven't been watching the Olympics. But I did watch the entire Bad Bunny halftime on YouTube. Knew I would love it.
I have been, however, blowing through the Dept. Q series by Jussi Adler-Olsen. I could not get enough of Season 1 on Netflix. Impatiently waiting for Season 2. FOR ALL THE REASONS.
But I'm on book 4 of the series now, and I'm going through one every two days or so. That's my downtime from writing.
Other than that, it's supposed to be 81 here today, and tomorrow will be 61 with a strong north wind.
Spring? Winter?
Your guess is as good as mine.
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