Revision. Because it means I’ve sold another book, and I’m working, being a writer. Which is just exceptionally cool.
The countdown of “almost done” for Kelly’s Jane poems, and knowing that yet another of my dearest friends will soon be in print.
New story ideas and fun historical research. And poison.
The light at the end of the tunnel for Tech Boy’s PhD.
Actually, the endless rain. Because I’d rather be dreary than too hot, at this point. (This may change.)
Other happiness will surface, but those are the thoughts as of this moment. Also: that Tales of Mere Existence is somewhat addictive, and very depressingly funny.