Happy freaking new year

I survived the holidays.

I had a whirlwind trip home to Toronto, complete with three separate Christmas dinners, lots of gift exchanges, a fair amount of red wine consumption, a lot of driving (but not while the wine was being consumed) and a whole lot of laughing, teasing, nitpicking, and bitching.

I LOVE GOING HOME.

But I also love coming back to the Northwest.  I love the quiet and the stillness after all that noise and commotion.  I can write here.  I can barely think there.

And speaking of writing, my six-week marinate for the new book officially ends today.  GAH.  Ask me if I'm ready to tackle revisions.  Go ahead, ask me.  I had such a hard time unwinding in December, but now, I'm so relaxed I'm a puddle.  It's going to be hell getting back into work mode.

I did, however, manage to get my first draft printed off at Kinko's.  Time to bust out the purple pen (draft #2 is always done on paper) and start restructuring!  In about a month, this draft won't even be recognizable.  Hopefully.  Because it really needs to go from Shitty to Not So Shitty.

Oh, and I did finally come up with a working title as I was finishing the draft back in November:  ANGEL FACE.  We'll see if it sticks.