Fever Dreams
I feel much better, but the fever has spiked again today. Which means everything looks like it’s underwater, and my ears are ringing that high tone that often happens while I’m in the funny space between fever and getting better.
I am shamefully behind on putting together the contests and giveaways. This week I need to post some books to Demented Michelle so she can do giveaways, and also come up with trivia questions for the Dark Side newsletter contest.
Not wanting to exercise today. Not wanting to do much of anything beyond cuddle up with a blankie and suck on a bottle full of cranberry juice (vodka optional, but only because it’s too damn much work to open the bottle and the alcohol will only make me feel worse. A hot buttered rum does sound REALLY good to me right now, tho’.)
So…the fifth Valentine book. 32K words and (kind of) going strong. The bones are there under the surface, I just need to sit down and excavate them. Coming up is the showdown in Hajya Sofya (yes, I know, misspelled, but it is an alternate universe) and Danny looking through the book; also coming up is a conversation with Tiens the Nichtvren Hellesvront agent and a running fight through a city with McKinley saving Danny’s bum more than once. Where is Japh during all this, I’d like to know? He’s being cagey. “Just…flying around.” is all he says. But that won’t fly. I’m going to have to hold him down and pressure him to make him talk. I suspect he’s about to endure something unpleasant, that always makes him uncommunicative. The duel with Sephrimel (provisional name, all) is bound to be juicy, full of gore and guts, and very readable. I hope, at least.
Good Lord. Yes, these are the things I think about.
All right. Time for more ibuprofen and a good dose of typing about the characters in my head. Bwahahahaha. (Evil chuckle.)
And this afternooon, a hot buttered rum. mmmmh.
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