The Newsletter Lives
The newsletter is live! Which is to say that to my knowledge it has gone out to all who signed up for it. If you did and did not get it, shout. If you did not sign up and now feel a hole in your heart in the place it should be, holler too (somewhere with your email, maybe at mine: firstname.lastname@example.org) and I will send it your way. There are two ebook contests in there, just so you know.
I was going to say, "Well, that’s about it," but this is actually quite a lie. In the past three days I’ve written 11k of All the Lovers, which is so far the name of the Sam and Mitch novella. Or maybe novel. Don’t get too excited there, though. This now means I have THREE active works-in-progress, which is not my idea of smart thinking. Not the least of which is that Sam and Mitch are trying to steal all the shiny from Two to Tango, which isn’t hard to do, since Two to Tango thinks it needs to progress like a glacier. It’s progressing, but it’s just… slow as hell. Even with the kick from the field trip, yesterday I sat down to give a half hour to both manuscripts, made the mistake of starting with S&M because it was shiny, and POOF. There went eight hours. Which let me tell you, was hell on my hand and wrist.
And speaking of field trip, I didn’t tell you about that either.
Did I say I was going to Minneapolis/St. Paul? Well, I did. I went to the Twin Cities Wednesday, which feels a bit like yesterday because most of actual yesterday was spent in a bedroom in Middleton. Mostly it was a driving tour of all the places I keep writing about. Which was odd because several of them don’t exist, but I wanted to see where they would go. I wanted to know what Lake Minnetonka looked like. I wanted to see the area around Medina. I wanted to drive downtown and see the sculpture garden. I wanted to go to St. Paul, because I’ve never been there. And I did all this, and went to Matt’s Bar too, where I learned where the bathroom is (not where I’d put it) and also that I was misspelling Jucy Lucy.
Anna and Dan came along as my escorts, and it ended up becoming a fantastic if quick family trip. We got wet at Spoonbridge and Cherry and listened to the wind chimes in the trees. We ate ate Matt’s Bar, and Anna went to two meccas at the Mall of America: Hello Kitty store and American Girl. At 4PM I declared, "I’m done," and Dan just looked at me, stunned. "That’s it? That’s all? Just driving around?" But yes, that was mostly what it was. I just needed to feel it, and I did, and now the muses are appeased. And apparently thinking about it, because they keep letting Sam and Mitch drive.
That’s all for me. Now I need to go try to keep up with the day that has already gotten well away from me. At 7AM, this is quite an accomplishment, but the fact that I still think I’m at midafternoon Thursday helps it a bit.