As the snow begins falling on the cold ground here, like powdered sugar sifted from some ethereal source, I’m once again dashing off for another interesting weekend. In a few hours, there’s a brief investigation with Western Reserve Paranormal at a private Cleveland residence followed by dinner at Union Station. I have this unshakable feeling that I’ll endure another drag show.
It’s been a busy week otherwise. I’m slapping on my editor’s hat and working diligently on a book being written by a friend. I’ll be cracking down on my brainstorms more this coming week. Plenty of notes, outlining, and rewriting to tackle, but it’ll be a fun project nonetheless. I’m not abandoning my own manuscript at all. It’s been a semi-exciting week again, but fearing I may jinx myself I’ve kept tight-lipped about it. I’ll just say this: 31 minutes. Some of you already know what I’m talking about… the rest, well, you’ll find out eventually barring any unforeseen disasters or writer’s blocks.
To avoid another dull, lonely New Years, I’ll probably be finalizing plans with friends this weekend as well… since no one else has stepped forward with an offer. *cough*
But I must run now. Too much to do and never enough time in the day.
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