Finished a chapter of the sequel to ConVent this week. Total wordage for the week about 1000, which when slipped between the chaos of a major release is pretty decent.

Narcolepsy has been unfriendly – major release at work does that. My body objects to long days with intense concentration, and lets me know in no uncertain terms. Result: highly disturbed sleep mixed with more daytime sleepiness than usual, and the occasional case of walking as if drunk because I’m too tired to stay coordinated.

Impaler gets a dead tree release – wow. That news is so phenomenal I’m not sure I’ve processed it yet. It probably won’t feel real until the book is in my hands. Or if it’s a bad day, claws.