Sadly, while I seem incapable of this belief, the reality of the date of my last post is staring me in the face, and I must concede that the absence that feels slightly cobwebby and distant has been a long one.
In this time, I have done not perhaps as much of note as I would like; I survived book trauma and turned in the first volume (act surprised) of HOUSE WAR; I am almost finished the third volume of the series I am writing for Luna; I spoke to Stephe Pagel and apparently he still wants to publish the short story collection which was mentioned here so very long ago.
I am busy going through email which was also sadly neglected, and have once again polished my grovelling skills to a burnished, lovely hue. But I've been playing catch-up in a big way, and even in two years, everything about publishing seems to have shifted some. I've been musing on that.
My hermit-like existence is about to end in Austin, TX, although for lack of hotel space on Thursday, I'll be arriving Friday afternoon.
Oh, and I cannot remember how to make any LJ tags at all >.<. Tanya? Thomas gave me minor heck for failing to mention that the filming of the blood books is underway. I -did- point out that he could easily have read this for himself, but on the whole, think the blame for the lack of information probably resides on my shoulders.
And now, I'm off for a glut of LJ reading...
ETA: I love you guys -- thank you for the warm homecoming.