Be Careful What You Wish For
Then it snowed.
More than a dusting, less than an inch. Perfect for the garden. And my sanity.
So I'm all blissed out. I even accomplished some writing yesterday that I'd intended to do a couple of nights ago. I ended up reading about 200 pages of the manuscript that night instead, which is a good thing. I hadn't done it yet, and now I can say that I'm pleased with the way the story flows. All the hooks are in the right places, the clues have all been dropped in, and I can slap a label on it saying, 'Now with 32% Less Pointless Angst!' (Thanks, DMG.)
So. I'm jumping up and down because of a few things...that I think I still need to keep to myself.
Oh, and a little clarification -- friends of Jennifer R., please say hello if you're still lurking. (Not to be confused with friends of Jennifer Connelly. But you can say hello too, I guess.)
Oh oh! And I had a dream last night, in which I completely grasped quantum mechanics and so was able to go back in time to a young Einstein in his patent office.
I kissed him, then whispered in his ear:
"God does play dice. And it's...spooky."
Then I vanished.
And just because his hair is so incredibly lovely after a bath, here's the back of Declan's head: