In which we may be done

Chickens, I think that's it! I think we've finished with the reader questions, and once again they've taken a month. What fun! If I missed any or you have a follow-up, do pop a comment after this entry and I'll take care of it this week, I promise. I was woefully slipshod about how I organized the questions and it's entirely possible one or two slipped through the cracks.

Very pleased to have life getting back to normal just now. There are still a million little details to attend to, but having power and cable and various other luxuries makes life vastly easier. (I was horrified to see how much damage the storm did further north of us--I hope it gets sorted very soon.)

We learned a lot from the last hurricane, so we were much more prepared this time. Unfortunately, there were still things to learn this go-round, but I suppose that's to be expected. Having generators and gasoline to fuel them made the situation far more bearable. (And having all services restored in 72 hours versus the week it took last time made a significant difference too.)

So right now I'm beavering away at research and revising the proposal for A SPEAR OF SUMMER GRASS. The project was initially conceived as a trilogy, but we've decided to pack it all into one book, so I'm tweaking the synopsis to show the changes. I plan to spend the next several weeks cocooned in my study, wearing a variety of kimonos and writing my little heart out. I was deeply saddened to find that my favorite writing shoes--pink marabou mules--have succumbed to some sad sort of molting disease and are shedding feathers like nobody's business. I shall have to acquire new ones....I wore them to vacuum today and I have to say, housework is INFINITELY more enjoyable when you're dressed so improbably.

Have a lovely Wednesday, chickens!