My son is sick, the poor kid. For some time, he's been hoping to get sick and stay home from school. But he's too healthy and never cracks a fever. Tonight he finally had a fever and he smiled when I told him. Then immediately complained that he didn't feel good, followed by "I finally get sick and it's winter vacation!" As I said, I feel for him. We finished our gingerbread house today. I have learned a lot about construction now, so next time it won't take (I hope) quite so much icing to hide the flaws. Luckily, the point was to have fun and that we did. It's a several day project, but worth it. We had a really good time.

I didn't work on the WIP today, but instead put together the description for Dark Elf. It actually came together quite well. It's almost (but not quite) a synopsis. I also did one for the historical after The Rake, which for lack of a better idea I am calling "The girl who asked for Help." That refers merely to the notion that I want to write a story about a heroine who gets herself in trouble and instead of stupidly trying to get out of it herself, asks for help. From the handsome rich sex god hero, of course.

We'll see how much gets done on these days off. Hopefully my son continues with just a mild fever and will recover quickly.