When the well runs dry

Today I wrote about 11k words, a few to finish a story, the rest in Darkship Renegades. I’m not particularly happy with either set, but I’m sure they’re both editable to brilliant… well, as brilliant as I ever get, at least ;). *The gentleman in the back row CAN stop guffawing. I’m all too aware of my own shortcomings.*

Meanwhile the thought of doing a blog post threw me into a pit of despair. I’ve been thinking about things I’d like to write about, but… not tonight.

Tonight — a snowy night in Colorado — I’m going to go to bed. I don’t even feel like reading, and that’s like … an addiction before going to sleep.

I’m just going to go and sleep. If we’re all very lucky, there will be a coherent post tomorrow.

Meanwhile, if any of my audience — except my beta readers (duh) — has read both my collection “Wings” and my mystery series, Daring Finds, tell me what two characters appear in both. Send me a message, I’ll put you down for a copy of a Fatal Stain, whenever I get one.