The week before long/holiday weekends always drag.  Everyone slips into vacation mode and no one wants to work.  But five o’clock will roll around eventually and then it’s three days of blissful nothing.  Save my cat waking me up at an obscene hour to be fed.

In the writing arena, Grey and I submitted the third Creatures book and are forging ahead at a fairly good pace on the fourth Creatures book.  Even better the plot may have found us instead of vise versa.  It’s always nice when it works out like that.

Solo-wise, we’re both still in holding patterns.  I started picking at my second Landa book, but that petered out.  At least I think I finally figured out what’s wrong with my languishing, frequently restarted WIPs—no First Plot Point.  Completely new concept (to me) that I happened across in my blog feeds.  Essentially it’s that little something something that kicks everything into motion.  My published books have easily identifiable FPPs, and their languishing sequels don’t.  In other words, it’s a new means of productive procrastination.

As for this weekend, Grey might be taking her kids to the Shore, and I’m taking it easy with my cat and enjoying the quiet of Philly on a summery long weekend.