Talk about dropping the ball. I've been so wrapped up with avoiding editing and trying to get holiday stuff done and getting distracting by life stuff, that I totally forgot I was supposed to post today. I apologize to my fellow Killer Chicks, and to all the Killer Friends.
If you're not a writer, or know/love a writer, it's a malady where you spend more time wrapped up in the lives of the fictional people in your head than you do with actual people, so you forget the niceties - like showering and cleaning and cooking and feeding the cats.
If you're familiar with the movie Romancing the Stone - Joan Wilder at the very beginning where she's searching her house for tissues until she comes across a note to buy herself tissues and ends up blowing her nose on that? Yeah, that's me. Sweatpants, no bra, beating me head on the computer, wandering the house in search of something and using something else instead, and occasionally wondering why my husband hasn't run off to find someone a touch more sane. (Probably because he's got trader-brain - which is about equal to writer-brain - so we actually fit well together.)
So, forgive my writer brain. I'll try to be more on top of things next week. And if not, I hope to at least have a pretty picture to show you - like this one:
(That's at Yellowstone, btw. So pretty.)