I’m delighted to say that, at least where I live, snow waited until December to show up on the doorstep. Mind you, it apparently did not wait one second longer than it had to, but still. In my opinion, November is meant to be a snow-free month. December, fine, let it snow. They even have a song for that. So good timing, Mother Nature.
In other news relating to me, December is promising to be a busy month. I don’t plan to take another hiatus, or even to suggest I will write here less than I usually do, because that never works. But if I do end up writing less here this month and/or writing later in the day than I normally do, you’ll know why. As to what I’m doing that’s taking up my time, well, it’s no real mystery — I’m working on a book and on SFWA stuff. Plus, you know, the holidays and family and setting fire to those who annoy me. The usual.
I figure it’s a good idea to let you folks know this stuff because often if I haven’t updated the site by three in the afternoon I start getting the “hey, are you dead?” e-mails. No, I’m not dead, so far. If I do die, I’ll let you know (in fact, I have a canned entry along the lines of “Hey, remember when I said I’d let you know if I was dead? Well, guess what?”). Otherwise, for December, assume I’m alive, even if I’m not posting on my usual manic schedule. Thanks.