A good, productive week, even if I feel quite wiped out.
Last weekend was our annual writer’s group Christmas Party. Smaller than usual, still fun, and we’re still pigging out on leftovers. However it’s an exhausting day setting up for it, from cleaning to cooking (chili, cornbread, beer bread, fruit compote). Next year we’re going to plan better and do some of the cleaning earlier in the month (stuff can be moved out of the way).
Of course, I had to move my computer up to my office and out of the way. Turns out someone knew the password.
One of my goals for next year is cleaning up my room. Quite aside from my guest (a doll from my mother’s play therapy practice) it’s disorganized enough even I can’t stand it.
Anyway, that left TYG and me wiped out Sunday, though we managed to put the house back into shape. Fortunately I’ve been sleeping well lately — every so often I’ll go through a no-insomnia stretch and this is apparently one of them. As I mentioned last week, waking up “late” throws me off my game but this time I seem to be coping.
I got two stories in for The Local Reporter, one on local first responders winning an award and one on local GoFundMe projects. And I’m feeling more confident I can finish the book. I rewrote about 40 percent of the text, wrote more on the Hulk chapter and put some more thought into the title. The rewriting showed me it’s in better shape than I realized. Yay me.
Very little else got done. I have several tasks I want to complete but I’m confining myself to the absolute necessities right now. I may be writing this weekend — I’ll probably put in at least one day — but it won’t be as exhausting as the party. Not that I mind — we don’t entertain much so it’s nice to have one big event every year.
Plushie had his recheck Monday. The review is mixed: he’s improving, though not as fast as they’d like. Surgery might still be necessary but maybe not. So we continue what we’re doing (exercise, walks, PT) and have another checkup in January. Fingers crossed. He also got his eye exam and despite his glaucoma, his peepers are still holding up. The vet was quite astonished he’s almost sixteen. That pleases us.
And I sold one copy of Sex for Dinner, Death for Breakfast last month. Thank you, unknown buyer, for giving my book a shot.
Bonus photo, here’s Snowdrop under the Christmas tree. So far neither cat has attempted to climb it.
I wound up spending a lot of time on my Savage Adventures book about Doc Savage because polishing and expanding 
My stuff is tasty, but rarely looks that good.
Nor the living room floor which is normally covered with dog toys.
But last weekend was the annual writer’s group Christmas party, one of the few (currently the only) social events TYG and I host. I cleaned up some the Thursday before, did the last cleaning Saturday, then shopping for beer and soft drinks and then the cooking: roast potatoes with veggie sausage and goat cheese, vegetarian chili, cornbread. Plus everyone brought stuff, as you can see below.
It’s always a fun event. Good friends hanging out, talking about writing or personal lives or whatever. Plus Trixie and Plushie getting into the act.
TYG had to work most of the day, so I was on my own for prep more than usual. When the party started she was still busy, so Plushie eventually went up stairs to hang with her. Trixie stayed downstairs having fun.
#SFWApro. All photos are mine.
