So. Right now my house smells like bacon. It's permeated the downstairs, and I confess I like the smell better than the scented candles waiting to be lit in my cabinets.
Wallowing in this bacony goodness, I am working on a MS due in September. I've turned in my first round of edits for Right Wolf, Right Time, and am back writing once more, having gone through a terrible bout of nonwriting madness.
While my children are playing with friends, I'll be playing with my characters--so to speak. Tuesday's update, for what it's worth.