Writing wise, I feel like a hamster on a wheel. More working on False Perception’s revision plan; the novel is approximately half analyzed. Which isn’t quite the same thing as half planned, unfortunately, nor the same thing as half re-written. See, I’m still complaining about it!
I’m also still complaining about trying to keep Jhonal and the rest of the cast from my newest novel, Puppet Prince, from taking over the world. Something brand new and unsullied sounds so fun right now, compared with trying to repair the obviously imperfect. Even telling myself that this one won’t be a perfect first draft either does little to dampen my enthusiasm. I don’t KNOW it won’t be perfect, after all. Perhaps seven is the perfect number, and my seventh novel will be perfect. It’s still all possible. In theory, anyway.
In other news, my hubby seems to think that 2006 is the year of the addition on the house. I’d thought we were a couple years away still, but he wants to start getting quotes and analyzing costs in hopes of a 2006 project. So I’m buckling my brain down to drawing plans, one of my favorite past-times. I’m not sure I actually believe him yet! We’ve talked some rough ideas over the five years we’ve lived here (in Canada’s ugliest and least designed house and almost the smallest), but now we need to make sure we’re on the same page as to what functions the new area will be best used for. I *am* excited, even while I try not to be, but then he tells me I CAN be…I’m confused, but drawing!