So, I booked our hotel room for Authors After Dark, and I signed up to help host a breakfast for readers, and I'm all like crazy about it. It feels simultaneously like the stupidest way to spend a shit ton of money and like a really good step for my career. Which I guess sums up being a novelist at all, really. I also get to go back to my writing office next week! FINALLY. I've basically taken a year off while H was out of work and I had three jobs and I was starting to feel really depressed about it all. Getting back on track and having that protected time to work is going to be heavenly. And I'm going to debut the next vampire novel at AAD, so I have a deadline to get it edited, formatted, and covered by July, so we can order physical books to bring with us. (For any of you following the series, it'll be a soft launch in July, so you'll be able to buy it for e-readers then.) If I'm lucky and especially diligent, I'll get three books out this year, and then have some time to fuck around with some non-fanged ideas I have. And maybe I'll actually sell some shit this summer.