What else is there to do?

This is the crappy butt-end of winter - cold, dry, dirty, and depressing. It's great for writing because everyone is holed up, half-asleep, and there's no way to be distracted by, say, patios, cuba libres or swimming pools or trees.

I was very productive today - more revisions, and I have five queries set to go out in the mail tomorrow. I'll do five more next weekend, and then this thing is queried out for a bit. I'll finish my revisions and move on to Book 2. I have been having problems lately because Book 2 is starting to assert itself, stuff is starting to come to me while I'm lying in bed at night, and I've had to push to keep concentrating on Book 1. I haven't been working on Book 2, I swear, but part of my brain seems to be. It isn't ready for work yet, but it will be soon.

I emailed a guest blog to Romancing the Blog, too. I'll tell you if they pick it up or not. But I'm tapped out now, and I'm going to curl up in bed with my Harlequin Historical. Days like this are what romance novels are for, after all.

Abby