So, today I worked on The Rake, I think it's going well. I'll get some outside opinion and then it (hopefully) goes off to my agent again. I also worked on D.X. It's going OK. I'm in uncharted waters here since I have my solid as sand idea that rocks and then the writing that goes like this write write write [pretend that's actual writing] Then, Hey! I didn't know that! Like, my heroine had a past relationship with the vampire who's going to try to kill her. Like, my hero is Native American. Anyway, I have that oh-so-convenient sense of panic.

What else? Oh, I saw Thank You For Smoking Good movie. Lost it and yelled at my son for standing outside my door whining, bored, bored bored, after I had explained to him I have a deadline and that now that we were done with this one project thing were were doing today, I needed time to write without interruption.

I'm schizo after working on two completely different stories today and feeling bad that I yelled at my son. This is the first year that he doesn't want to do Easter eggs. Sniff. He's growing up. On the other hand, I can now convince him to see a better class of movie.

Back to writing.