It has been a fuck of a couple of weeks. The less written about work here, the better, but suffice it to say that we are working against a difficult deadline together with contractors in a time zone five hours behind us. Makes coordination difficult even under the best of circumstances. I've been working very late very often.

I'm also doubly pressured because Laura and I leave tomorrow for Utah and I'll be out of the office for three business days. I was also up against a deadline for turning in a copy of the address I'm giving at my high school reunion this weekend, besides having other writing projects closer to my heart falling behind. Add to this an ill dog (Ella with bloody stool one night late last week—turned out not to be too terribly serious, thank goodness) and Laura having just started her new job Monday (yay! woohoo!), and there have been a lot of things to juggle.

On the positive side, Laura just started her new job Monday! Ella is fine, she has a new short haircut, and she loves playing with her new friends up at Astoria Park a few mornings a week before nine, when dogs can be off the leash. And despite the fact that my non-SF agent left the agency he was with a while back, the head of the agency just confirmed to me that he is still very interested in The Accidental Terrorist, and with a little luck and pluck I will be sending a new draft to him before the end of the month.

So.