Yes!

Only fifteen days until school starts! /cabbagepatch (don’t judge) I’m writing today. Naughty stuff. Let’s hope that when Emma gets here later to give me dirty looks over my recent slowness that she can be bought off with chocolate and Mike’s blood-orange lemonade.

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Chaos Is The New Normal

Not much to report as yet. I’m still trying to work out a new schedule for my sudden an unexpected single-motherhood. (Please don’t misinterpret; Mr. Silver moved first. We’ll follow eventually. One does not suddenly move teenagers away from friends and home with less than a week’s warning. At least not without more drama than a barrel full of NYC mayoral candidates and smartphones. As it is, we have quite enough drama, tyvm.) Needless to say, the writing schedule has taken a hit, but I should have news for you all before too terribly long. I do know that we’ll see a standalone before the first Paramour or Fantasy Heights… Read More

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Okay, so…

Because something is now official, I’ll announce it here. We found out yesterday (Tuesday) that Mr. Silver needs to relocate for work. He has to report to a town 500 miles away… on Monday. /blink /gulp Anyway, if I seem scarcer than usual for a while, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble at all imagining what’s going on around here. Meanwhile, I am desperately trying to stick to deadlines. And for my next trick…

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CrayCray

Boring as this sounds, I have to report I’m crazy busy this week and don’t have much to say other than “Please, God, don’t let me miss this deadline.” In other news, those of you wondering what happened to the tutorial stuff on the forums, I pulled it for now. Sorry, but there’s just not time to field questions about it. Please have patience. Once it’s complete, I’ll repost the entire thing, and your questions should be covered in the content. (The tutorial was supposed to be ready to go before RWA, but we see how that turned out, right?) Have a great Monday!

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Fiskars On Kittens

Those of you on Twitter and Facebook no doubt know we’ve “rescued” another kitten. And anyone who lives with cats knows the truth: we were hired for a job we didn’t even know we applied for. She refuses to name herself, and if we don’t stop calling her “Senorita Bitchy-pants”, the name is eventually going to stick. I would take a picture of her to show y’all, but she is currently under the futon attacking a spot on the carpet and waiting for the dog to walk by again. (Really it’s a wonder I get any work done in this house.) Happy Monday!

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