No new writing yet, but Grey and I have been brainstorming on our next Creatures book while polishing up the third book to send off to Amber Quill.  That’s progress, right?  We’re also trying to resurrect one of our languishing WIPs; unfortunately, works been a bear this week and sort of put a damper on that, at least from my end.

I can’t say I haven’t been writing.  Between the end of last week and the first part of this week I did a couple thousand words…on fanfiction.  I’m actually more than pleased with the results, and it was the first time in awhile that I got that good writing buzz.  I’ve missed that immensely.  It would have been nice if it were on one of my original WIPs, but writing is writing and when it feels so damned good it doesn’t matter to me what form it takes.  Do I feel a bit guilty for neglecting my own characters?  Of course.  Then again, not really.  Have I mentioned how good I felt after?  I’m talking word flying across the page with that kind of magic that only hits so often and leaves you in desperate need a of cigarette after, whether you smoke or not.  Like my solo blog says, good writing gets me off.

Other than that, Grey is turning into quite the gardening pro and has taken up spinning in addition to being a kick ass knitter.  As for myself, I’m stumbling through new dance steps and enjoying every moment.  And yes, I’m going to the Friday social party at the dance studio because a) I don’t want my instructor to yell at me again, and b) it really is good for me to get out of the house (even if I do still prefer to curl up in front of the computer and poke the internets/watch old Murder, She Wrote eps, etc.).

Aside from that, it’s finally Friday.  Halle-frickin’-lujah.