Why is it that the short weeks are always so incredibly long feeling?  Holidays are great, particularly when you don’t do anything, but, man, do you pay for it after the fact.  Of course, the hellish heat of this summer doesn’t help matters any.  I hate air conditioning with an undying passion, but I so would not be without it this year.  Ugh.

Now that the whining is out of the way, on to better things.  Such as the fact that Grey and I are probably about halfway through our fifth Creatures book.  I know, seems like we were just working on book four.  Go us!

Solo-wise, nada for me.  Tried resurrecting my zombie story (ha ha), but it’s just not grabbing me (ha ha, take two) and the old stuff I wrote on it ain’t that great upon re-read.  Boo.  There’s always my newest sequel of doom to poke at, but…meh.  Solo-wise, I’m feeling the need to try something new and completely different.  Unfortunately, I haven’t got the foggiest what that might be.  *grumble*  But at least some writing is getting done, right?