Bliss

I feel like I'm being very naught.

Signet is now at just under 14,000 words. The King's Breed is at a little over 10,000 words.

Progress on Masks--zippety do dah, zippity-yay!

My lame excuse is that I really want to hear from my readers before I proceed with the edit. After all, their insights will definitely inspire me, and will certainly change things about. Why fuss with it twice or three times when I can fuss with it just once?

Sounds reasonable to me.

But the real reason is that I love writing first drafts, and I get to play with two at once. Yippee! Bad me!

You know that time I mentioned writing and discipline and all that? Well, um, do as I say, not as I do.

Woo hoo!