I'm writing this instead of writing. Or vacuuming. Or corralling kids (who seem to need less and less of that, until they suddenly hit HS and apparently need A LOT)
I'm working hard on QUENCHED right now, trying to finish that puppy and give SCAR a little breathing room. Had a very interesting crit session last night with lots of good ideas that mean rewriting. I haven't taken a look at how that affects the book yet but I expect I'll be spending some time with my storyboard soon.
My dog killed a baby bunny and brought it into the house for a prezzie. She was so excited. I was so screaming.
Okay, off to vacuum. And there you have the thrilling life of a writer...