… I’ve been that busy lately.
I am *knock-on-wood* 300 pages from being completely caught up. I was 100 pages from it, but then I dug out the re-edits for TNBP and while that’s not technically editing, it’s formatting, so it counts. No really, it does.
Fine, be that way. Realistically, in the edits department, I’m about 150 pages from being caught up.
It feels good.
In January, Belfire released The Light Side of Dark, by Voni Ryan. It was really hard to classify this collection by two wonderful ladies (Voni Ryan …
…or Into a Long Ago Future.
I’ve been getting caught up with Belfire, New Bedlam and my own work, believe it or not, despite being down with several migraines recently. I’ve got two edits to wrap up this weekend for Belfire, one freelance project to finalize, and the first round of proofing on New Bedlam: Town Archives Vol.1 to finish. Should only take until Monday. In the meantime…
About two weeks ago, I was surprised to find my own file in my private inbox, and just recently I sent it back to …
This week’s challenge was to decide whether we’d found ourselves, our soul-compass, yet, and what we would call into our lives to round it out; we were also asked to think about what our 80-year-old self would write in a letter to our present selves. Finally, we were to look at our present selves to see in what ways we’re a goddess. A lot of stuff for one week, and it’s taken two for me to work it all out.
I like to think I have my compass, that I’ve found …
Finally, after delays in editing and issues with the epub file, Imbolc is available for purchase!
It’s up on Smashwords (use code RQ73B for a discount!), and will soon be available at Kindle as well. The price is a little higher than it was for Yule, but there is more stuff in this one, including some fiction by us!
Last week I was supposed to post about where I see myself going from here, where will I be in the future. I have to admit, I can’t really see too far ahead anymore. I’ve done that before, made big promises to myself and to others, only to have things fall apart. I’d prefer to just live in the moment, day to day, perhaps week to week.