41102. Shortened a scene. Rained this morning, but now the sky is sunny blue with flat white clouds. Worked on A Lamentation of Swans until my stomach reminded me a bit ago that it needed feeding, and another cup of coffee would not do. So I sauteed garlic, threw in some shrimp, boiled some angel hair, poured half a glass of zinfandel, and voila, lunch, late.
Have to put away the manuscript and get to work on the tax stuff, prepare it for the accountant. I’ve got a box lid of papers and receipts to organize and then can fill out the form my tax accountant sends each year to help me organize, and then I can pack it all up, drop it off at the accountant’s office, and wait for my checks. I usually get it together by the first week of February, but this year had too much going on to get to it. And I’m not all that eager now, but better today–when I’ve got the time. I don’t do the last minute tax thing.
What else–oh, finished my reading critique of the first five chapters of Janet’s latest paranormal book–a witch romance. She’s finished the first draft already and has promised to send more chapters. Must keep time open for those.
I’m in the midst of a nice scene between Gaius and Annasara, and that’s the problem–it’s a nice scene. And then there’s that Vinza issue that’s come up. I was wondering whose novel it really is, and I’m beginning to think it’s Ferrant’s. Really.