I'm a day late and short on time for my weekly blog post. Sorry about that. When I was supposed to be posting here, I was driving home from Toronto and the World Fantasy Convention. I'm relying on you guys: the next time I blithely suggest that driving to Toronto for the weekend would be doable, please remind me that it takes 12 hours, no matter what Mapquest and Google Maps promise, and tell me not to do it.
We weathered Hurricane Sandy just fine, without even losing power. But my heart goes out to friends and others in the New York/New Jersey area who have lost so much from the storm. I hope the power comes back on and life gets back to some semblance of normality as soon as possible.
The Toronto trip has put me way behind on NaNoWriMo, as I knew it would -- but I did get in a couple of writing sessions (although the second was cut very short by a bout of food poisoning -- it's okay, I'm fine now). So I am only, by my calculations, about 5,000 words behind where I should be today (ack!!). Hoping to catch up by the time I go to bed tonight. Although I also need to unpack, do laundry and clean the house. I did have a lot of time to think about book 4 while driving, which is all to the good.
A full convention report will have to wait 'til next week, when I'm not behind the NaNo 8-ball. But I had a great time (despite having to talk to Ralph on the big white telephone), and I even sold a couple of books. I will tell you, as a sort of teaser for next week, that the publishing industry's take on indies has changed markedly since last year's convention. Let's just say I was smelling a lot of dinosaur breath this year....
Have a great week, everybody.
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