Today it snowed on the Sonoma Mountains again and hailed on our house. Most of the rest of the time, it was raining. The lights went out just long enough that we had to reset all the clocks. I was out getting daffodils in between bits of weather and saw Angus the peacock hanging about in all his long-tailed glory. He looked quite striking against the green grass. The puppy thought about barking at him but didn't. Now the house is full of daffodils and it's quite cheerful and lovely to see.

Nobody feels sorry about me being cold or about it snowing. But this is Coastal California! It's not supposed to snow here. We get to go around thinking that bundled up means a sweatshirt over the tee-shirt and maybe a coat. On the other hand, when my brother calls from Santa Barbara and says he had to put on a shirt it was so cold, I don't feel sorry for him either. But I'm still cold.

It turns that yes, indeed, I did start chapter two of the new historical at the wrong place. I fixed that (it was easy, I only had a paragraph) but then just now it turned out my hero is a bit different than I wrote him in Chapter 1, so I have to go change chapter 1 before getting to chapter 2. I have printed out the three proposals I would like to get to my agent sometime very soon (Dark Elf, Possession and Shift) and will be seeing what I have.

Yesterday I read a book (Ok, Ok, it was Micah, by Laurel K. Hamilton) and I also started reading an anthology. I didn't like the first story so I skipped that and started the second which I pretty much like but it's hitting some rough spots where I'm kind of foreseeing a stupid hokey ending. I'm not seeing quite enough command from the writer to make me think I'll be surprised by anything meaty. Kind of too bad. I enjoyed Micah but find myself wondering about why it's so short and double spaced. Maybe it's a story line that got cut from the long Incubus Dreams which I really, really liked. I think they should have left it in. Micah wasn't long enough to really enjoy, it was over too soon. I went through my TBR and put them all in a big box so they won't be such a tripping hazard and then I threw out all my RITA books because NONE of them were keepers. Last time I judged the RITA I got great books and one passed the acid test -- I gave it to my sister to read.

Oh, and today I got a really great email about A Darker Crimson. That made my day. I like when people I don't know say they loved a book of mine.