I'm going to keep it kind of brief this week. My get up and go, got up and went. It's only 11 p.m. as I write this, so that doesn't bode well for my Friday.
It's cold here today, and I'm grateful. First, we got fireplace doors and I want to use my fireplace since it was too late earlier this year. Plus, smores are calling my name.
Point of celebration though. I finished Bandit's story this week. It's already been sent to my editor. WHOOP! I'm trying to decide what I want to do next.
I had an idea for short stories. One that could be read in about an hour. I'm torn between setting them in the winter/Christmas and summer/beach. These would be about 40-60 pages, but they'd be complete stand-alone stories. Sort of like a bite-sized cookie. It's in the idea stage at this point. We'll see. My lightbulb moments are sometimes ten watts instead of sixty watts.