As far as production goes, this past week has sucked.  I’m talking major suckage here.  Of black hole proportions.

Between my website issues, scrambling to finish up promo for RT and agreeing to help out on Thursday at my old day job, there’s just been little time to write.  But I told myself that today somehow I would get a little bit of work done.  Wasn’t sure how I’d manage, because the bratlet had a birthday party at a bowling alley for one of her classmates. How much can you do with 20 screaming nine-year-olds?

Apparently, the answer to that is….a lot.  Or at least in my case.  Of course, it couldn’t have been on any of the current projects.  Oh, no.  This had to be a different project.  But I did think my way through a couple of plot kinks…I think.  So instead of dekinking two books and plowing forward on a third, I now have a baby story to nurse along and dekink two books and plow forward with a third.

Oye.

But hey, maybe I should just go sit in a bowling alley a few times a week.  Apparently, it works wonder.