Currently I've got four different web browsers open. There's something fundamentally wrong with this. Also me.

With "The Cradle" in the (hopefully) home stretch, it's time to print out the manuscript I'm likely to be editing in October. Yay.

Waiting to cash out at the Apple store. Limbo.

The org chart I've been working on all evening is starting to look suspiciously similar to the Tree of Life... ping.fm/Uar2T

mapping out the future. Of everything.
You're welcome.

Edits finished -- on paper, at least. Another day of obsessive little tweaks, and then (hopefully) this draft is off to the proofreaders.

Final-ish round of edits on "The Cradle" tonight. Yay.

Dozing off over my edits, time for bed...

Brown outs, flickering lights and the rumble of thunder moving off...
If only I were writing something spooky tonight...

The storm outside quiets down as I settle in to edit a story in which a storm quiets down...