Well, the tattoos are done. I was just in for touchups and everything is damn beautiful, if I do say so myself. Pictures will be forthcoming once film is developed. (If you’re curious, my artist is Sumer Johnson out at Dark Star. She does great work.)
Today is a gorgeous day, seventy degrees and sunny, with just enough of a gentle breeze. Since I’m writing a roadtrip that takes place in 90+ degree weather and nearly 100% humidity, it’s a bit difficult. It’s just hard to write angst and physical discomfort when it’s a beautiful day and all is well with the world. But I shall persevere. What a problem to have, huh? I’m not complaining, just noting.
For those of you who are asking, I am hard at work on the fifth Strange Angels book. There is as of yet no title for it, but things are…interesting. That’s all I can say until Jealousy comes out. Also in the pipeline is Angel Town, the last Jill Kismet book for a while. Copyedits on the latest Jill book, Heaven’s Spite, proceed apace. It’s nice to be busy. I prefer it to pretty much every other state.
In other news, I can finally listen to love songs again, and I can finally listen to more Blue October. Which is awesome. My taste in music retracts like a bruised anemone sometimes, and it’s always good when it creeps back out. I feel kind of crippled when there’s music I can’t play while I write. So much of the creative process is bound up in having music playing while I work. I know other writers like silence or the television’s mutter, but for me it’s CDs or Pandora.
Anyway, it’s time to hammer at the roadtrip again. I’m pretty sure of what happens next. After some respectable wordcount it will be time to lay in the backyard on a blanket and listen to the kids tell me about their days at school.
I really couldn’t ask for anything more.