Sorry everyone, I owed you a post on Friday and was a no-show.
Life has intruded, in the form of a WIP that’s kicking my ASS. And a husband. And two children.
Which, btw, the Princess turns six on Wednesday, so I will be unavailable most of that day too. We’re taking her to Bristol where she can pick out something at Toys R Us and build her own bear at Cribb’s Causeway, which is a big mall–the only one anywhere nearby, as far as we know. And I’m going to bake her a yellow cake from scratch, since they don’t have yellow or white cake mix here (I don’t like chocolate cake. So nobody in my family gets chocolate cakes. I’m cruel that way.)
But, I do hopefully have a really fun guest blogger for you on Wed.–so check back.
Also, the publishing interviews have started coming back, so look for Treva Harte’s here on Friday.
The WIP is around 25k words now, and I think it’s finally starting to really swing for me. I actually think it’s all very good–probably the best thing I’ve ever written–but I’m finally really getting into the meat of it, the book’s first big setpiece after all the initial action and turns and twists. Poor Megan, everything is falling apart around her.
And critting, and trying to come up with a story idea for next year’s Ellora’s Cavemen anthologies, which I don’t know if I’ll do or not. I find short stories very irritating and difficult to write. My mind keeps coming up with new twists and turns and before I know it I’ve plotted a long novella.
I’m also planning a barbeque for the last Saturday of this month, and I need to come up with a dessert. I’ll probably make another cake. I’m trying to do an Real American Cookout, you know? Complete with A-1 sauce, which my Mom sent to me and which I hoard like gold. But that’s the kind of hostess I am, that I’ll share on this occasion.
I love giving parties, I really do. I used to do it all the time. For the hubs’ birthdays, for the Princess’s birthdays (Faerie never had a birthday in the States.) Really, for any reason I could come up with.
Haven’t had one here, really, except for Faerie’s first birthday when we still didn’t have furniture.
How about you? Parties? Dessert suggestions? Feelings about particular cakes?