I have half an hour before the zumba class downstairs and the band practice across the street end, and I can hear myself think again so I can get one more writing stint in today.

I've been chewing over the next book I'll write, once I have enough stories in queues again.

It's looking more likely that the next work won't be SFF at all. I have an historical idea that I just can't shake - but hey! Maybe that'll work in today's weird market after all.

SF stories first, though.
Must! Fill! Queues!