It does my heart no small amount of good to know that Elizabeth Bear is puzzling over, and concerned with, and unhappy with, the exact same sort of writerly problems that I am. I also like that her daily schedule is remarkably similar to mine. It’s one of those silly things: You know writers are human as you are (certainly as human as I am, since I am a writer), but it’s the little affirmations that help.
On that note, I have a fever and am shivering, despite thick, thick sweater (and the fact that it’s not cold in here), so I’m going to drink hot tea, take a bath, go to bed. I don’t know that I’ll post again before the 25th. If I don’t, Merry Christmas, I love you all, and I’m glad I have such good friends to give and take with.
And on Christmas day, I’ll post what Christmas present I have for you.