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Jon found the blog I thought I lost last night. Here it is:

British Publisher Questions done and e-mailed home.

Intro to complete hardback of the Guilty Pleasures graphic novel done in draft, will be done final rewrite tomorrow morning. E-interview almost done will finish it tomorrow afternoon.

Worked on Merry. Need an earlier scene to explain scene just had. It’s too late into the book for this much new stuff not being mentioned. It’s one of the dangers to a first person narration. Surprises are hard unless you cheat. I hate writers who cheat. If the character knows it, so should the reader.

Actually had a note so strong had to open new file and write it, so it got out of the pipeline. It’s a partial scene, most of a chapter in a future Anita book. For those complaining about Haven having a new Regina, you’ll get more detail, but SKIN TRADE was about the mystery and me trying not to get bogged down in too much of the relationship stuff. Anita was attracted to Haven, and he wanted her to be his Regina, but just because someone wants you to marry them doesn’t mean you have to do it. No amount of good sex, or handsome, or even mutual attraction, makes up for someone who doesn’t work in your life. Haven doesn’t share. He may share less well than Richard. You’ll get to see it on stage one way or another, but for now just remember love doesn’t conqueror all, and lust sure as hell doesn’t. I’ll quote a close friend, "No matter how pretty she is, someone somewhere is tired of her shit." Change the pronoun and you’ve got an idea where I am with our blue-haired lion friend. Sorry you haven’t seen much of it on stage, but you will. He won’t be a major part of the next book though, so don’t think he will. He won’t. I know the next book plot, and that is not it. Though his actions will be changing things. It’ll all be very Greek, as in the harder he tries to make things work his way the more he messes it all up. Enough, I’m probably over sharing. I’m tired. So I’ll stop.

In fact, it’s bed time. It’s past time for bed. It’s been a good day, just one of those days when I’ve worked my ass off and still didn’t see the end of my to-do list. Some important stuff didn’t get touched today, so tomorrow is hitting the priorities, no, wait, I did that today. Maybe it’s too many priorities? Hmm. But spending time with my daughter cannot be a bad use of time. I made it a point today to have some mother daughter time. Did I have time for it? No. Did I have time not to make time for it? No. All you working mother’s understand what I mean. But now, my friends, I am to bed. I am going to find my husband and have him hold me and tell me that I have been strong enough, brave enough, organized enough, just enough, for one day.