I’m running on about 3 hours of sleep. I would love more sleep and if I could, I would get it, but every time I fall asleep, I start choking in about 30 minutes. So not fun. I’m improving, but at a crawl. Between dad’s visit and this plague, we are now catastrophically behind schedule. Bear with me as I try to be coherent.
Goodreads once again nominated us for the Best Fantasy of 2018 award. Yay, IRON AND MAGIC! We never win, but we still appreciate your vote.
When the innkeeper will be out?
Sigh. I am going to try to work on it today, but I am pretty out of it and Gordon is MIA. Please be patient.
Whoever recommended Jonathan Creek, I love you so much. Thank you. I was so miserable at 3:00 am and watching the first 3 episodes kept me sane.
Jeaniene Frost, who is getting rave reviews, has officially put Dromeo’s quote on her blog. The Master of the Dark Coven is secretly flattered, I would imagine.
For those of you inquiring about dad: of course, we took him to the airport ourselves and my stepmother sent me a text via Skype a few days ago stating he arrived safely. She had used his absence to hire handymen to fix a few projects to which he hasn’t gotten so once I am able to communicate without coughing, I am planning on getting full report out of her.