It’s after ten o’clock and I’m back in my office. The next book deadline is months away. There is no emergency looming. I’ve decided that ten is the new witching hour for me, by that I mean if I’m still working at ten and it’s not an emergency, or the muse is not whipping me hard, then I’m done. So, I’m done for today.

There was comic stuff to go over, there were pages done on Merry, and other projects touched upon, but it’s time to collect my husband and go to bed.

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