I'm still recovering from the past few weeks. These events have been mostly very good and my use of the word "recovering" sounds mostly bad, but I don't mean it like that. I'm really just trying to get caught up on stuff, get a new routine going, and change some of my old habits moving forward.
This is my new life--starting today, actually. My post-book-release life. My gotta-get-back-to-my-manuscript-or-I'm-going-to-explode life. I'm feeling my way around it. Life and the manuscript.
Seth McCoy, That Kid in That Book I Wrote That One Time, has a tendency to distract me in every possible way at every opportunity. Until I opened my files today for my current manuscript, I couldn't even remember my new character's voice. I'm happy to report that she does have one and there are some good scenes here. Now I just need MORE of them. More, more, more.
On a different note, here's an email exchange from today:
Matt: I bought a couple books the other day. Are you going to sign them this weekend?
Me: I think I am. But only if they're books that I wrote. ;-)
Matt: Those are the only kind of books that I buy!
(Of course, he's totally lying because he buys lots of books not written by me!)