Holy crap, it's November.

Like most folks, I think, I'm ready for 2016 to be over. I am a subscriber to the theory that David Bowie was the glue holding reality together, and now that he's gone...yeah. You know the rest of the story already!

As mind-bogglingly bizarre as this year has been, it's been productive in terms of writing as I escape into my own head and worlds that dance to a tune I control. I finished my space opera, now receiving the last-minute scrutiny of my CP's and the first queries are out to my Chosen Ones, lol. The sequel to my first fantasy novel was released in July and is getting lovely four and five star reviews. 

One of my CP's for DALÍ, which features a gender-fluid main character, challenged me to enter something for an LGTBI anthology. I finished the first draft of that today. I'd forgotten how much I love challenges--it's what got me back into writing after so many years of radio silence. Challenges often force me to write out of my 'comfort zone' and try something new. What emerged from this one was an unexpected, sweet, regency-ish romance. I may have to write more about these characters, as they're making me fall in love with them. I write best when I'm obsessed. 

With the fun and madness of Halloween over and the promise of my brother's roast turkey on the horizon, it's shaping up to be a lovely end of the year, if I can get through the next week with my sanity intact. If I don't wake up into a dystopian society next Wednesday, I'll be satisfied.