I've been working on my book.
The next book. The one I said at one point last week, quite dramatically during a work-related lunch at the Red Lobster, that I would "NEVER EVER FINISH"?
It's almost finished.
Okay, honestly? It's with an early reader. And I'm quite certain that my grammar sucks so bad that it's really going to need a lot of work. And I still am missing a couple of REALLY VITAL chapters.
But still. I'm closer than I've ever been.
Let the puking commence.