There's one New Year's resolution down the drain. I was determined to blog at least twice a week, and now it's been a week since the last entry.
Here's the problem: Fed Ex, which lost my original edited manuscript, last Wednesday delivered the copy my editor Kathy Dawson sent out post-haste once Penguin returned from its holiday break. So I've been immersed in that, getting ready to talk to Kathy today about some of the finer points. (As well as the grosser ones, I guess.)
I have magic problems. Not magical problems, which wish themselves away, but problems with the logic of the magic in SMALL PERSONS WITH WINGS. I have, as usual, made everything way too complex. It's all better than it was, but there's considerable tweaking to be done.
And this is a first: Kathy and I couldn't get the conversation finished in an hour, so we reconvene tomorrow at 9. In the meantime, I have stuff to do for the Brooklin Youth Corps and the library auction, for which I'm doing publicity. Whine, whine, whine.
Attitude adjustment: I get to sit around messing with words all day! I spend entire days in a fantasy world, and people do not hit me on the back of the hand with a ruler when I do so! I am a lucky, lucky woman!
Wish the friggin' magic would solve itself, though.