Things have been quiet here on this blog and elsewhere in my writing life. After the mad scramble to work through the copy edits on Angels of the Underground, I turned them in on schedule. I don’t know if this is common or not, but so many of those changes were very substantive revisions. I felt like I’d written another draft of the book–in three weeks.
Now I’m waiting. The proofs should arrive next. Until then, I feel like I’m in a writer’s wasteland with no real writing on the horizon. I’d like to say I’m leaping into my next project, but I’m not. Yet.