While walking, I decided I should learn how to write romance novels. This means, of course, reading romance novels. Jai and Sarah have both pointed me at some pretty good romance novelists in the past, and I suspect I ought to read more of them. In my copious free time. Silkie wants me to write the second book in the Old Races trilogy now. I’m not sure I think that’s quite fair. :) Maybe in March. :)

I do the dance of getting $13 back from the IRS! Hey, it’s a piddly amount, but the last two years I’ve had to pay thousands of dollars, so ANY refund looks really good to me! I also do the rather less joyful dance of the personalized rejection letter from Thorndike Press for Trapper’s Daughter. Thorndike’s one of the houses I had hope for, so, well, drat, but at least it’s a nice rejection letter. Actually addressed to us and actually signed by the editor, which is a big improvement…

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Wow. I popped my upper back a little bit ago, and I seem to have gotten rid of the last of my spasmy stiff neck. YAY! Pain-free turning of my head! YAY! Pain-free nodding of my head! YAY! I think, however, that I won’t swim tonight, just to give it a couple more days to heal up. Maybe Wednesday I’ll be able to swim! *hopeful look*

Via Teresa Nielsen Hayden, photos of the worldwide protests against war in Iraq. The sheer number of bodies in some of these photographs is just staggering. On a completely unrelated note, Lucy is sitting on top of my computer, hiccuping. *snicker*

Oh yeah. Deirdre called this evening to get a receipe (and to report that Breic was being *particularly* cute and charming) and asked how I was doing and I said well, I wasn’t having much life, with all the writing, and she said, “Well, at least you’re having an active fantasy life!” Then she said, “Hrm.” *giggle*