I would like to speak with the person or persons who decided it was ok for the temperature here to be 14 degrees this morning. I would like to speak to them now.
The unexpected insanity of recent weeks continues apace. There's nothing definitive to say, though a manuscript did go out yesterday, its title page stamped with a "Represented by" block of text at the bottom of the page. That was kind of intensely cool, I have to confess.
My Christmas break has been mostly working on, and reworking, this memoir. Aside from that, the machinations of the process have been fascinating, educational. Me = Big Dumb Guy.