Worked a little in the morning at the cafe.
|Creative barista is creative|
The posters for the March booksigning have been handed over to the out-of-town folks by my most excellent friend Mary Ann.
I sorted the animals.
What, doesn't everyone have huge pet beds in the living room?
They promised us snow, but it never materialized. We do however have ferocious winds and cold. 22 degrees (minus 5 for you folks who think in Celsius.) I have stacked up the firewood for a long evening.
I am not writing on the Pax manuscript just at the moment. I'm trying to understand the next contract. Eventually I will give up and just sign the thing.
I'm going to go back and move the first Pax/Camille dialog into her viewpoint and out of Pax's. This is not just a 'When all else fails, try changing the viewpoint' kinda thing. There's probably some reasoning behind it.
This whole first third of the manuscript is just a plotting mess.