Hallooooo!

Well, that's been fun. Got my draft in, synopsis got posted, and was chosen by a lovely artist--I'm thrilled! And all will be revealed in the fullness of time...which is tapdancing for I forget when reveal date is, but I'm not sayin' nuthin' till I get the all clear.

Man, where does the time go? I swear somebody's siphoning off whole hours out of my day, and if I find the sucker I'ma kick his ass, and take it back.

I had migraine the other day--woke up with a headache, but then I often try to tunnel to China through my pillow while I'm sleeping and wake up with scrunchy face muscles. A hot washcloth compress usually puts me right, but it didn't get better, it got worse, despite a handful of OTC pain and decongestant and antihistamine pills--twice. Finally, I succumbed to the inevitable and crawled into bed in a dark room for a nap. Felt better on waking two hours later, but was dozey all evening, finally declaring defeat at 10PM. People, my regular bedtime is 2AM, and I'm often up anywhere until 4AM. So, bed at 10, woke up at 6:30 and took my pill (an hour before food or coffee, then an hour's nap. Do not expect me to be upright, lucid and civil without coffee), and slept till after 9AM. I don't remember the last time I slept that long. Usually my joints chase me out of bed after about six hours. Kicked that migraine to the curb, though. Little hangover, but it only lasted the day.

We bought slate patterned ceramic floor tiles to lay loose on the wire baker's rack shelves. They look damn fine. And I whitewashed the matchstick shade we hung behind the rack as a backing. It really looks good. I love improv.

It's a nice little bowery place to sit and read. I need to figure out how to hang a porch swing--the aluminum roof sure won't hold it.

All the pictures and reports from this past weekend's con have been marvelous. I would like to refer to Jared's new 'do as a samurai's topknot, though, rather than a manbun. Sounds like a masculine rabbit.

As long as we're telling...

My Big Bang reveal--

Title: Hostage

Jared has always gotten his regular omega checkups, and he takes his inhibitors like clockwork. He's devoted to his friends and his family, but he's passionate about archeology and dedicated to his career. He's got neither time nor interest for a romantic relationship, much less a mate, and he definitely doesn't want kids. He's working as TA for Dr. Omundson, head of Knox University's archeology department, while he finishes his Master's degree. Jared jumped at the chance to join the dig in the middle east, but Rirajistan regards omegas in a far more rigidly traditional way, so Jared agrees to wear Omundson's collar while in-country. There's nothing between them, the collar is just the visible sign that Jared is under the Doc's protection and responsibility.

While working in the baking sun at the remote desert site, Jared falls under the covetous eye of the local chieftain, a very traditional alpha. Omundson’s collar won't prevent Jensen’s plan to bring Jared into his harem. Betrayed, Jared is given no choice but to adapt to a different path for his life and somehow survive. Jensen has to learn that having something doesn’t always mean getting what you want.

The amazing chomaisky has chosen to work with me. I am such a fan, and really excited to get to work with her!

Oh, yeah, there's the writing part still to do yet. I can write while doing the dance of joy, right?