Okay, so the holidays are over. (A friend pointed out that I was running around my house last week muttering "Okay, okay, okay.." as I clicked off things on my To Do list.) And today – as no doubt most of you are – I'm back to work. Or trying to work. Trying to read one more time the final copy-edited version of my new book. Words cannot describe how boring it is, what a disappointment from my original idea. I really loved the book until I had to read it about five hundred times. The sound of my own voice on the page makes my head hurt as I attempt one more reading of the damn thing. The little tracking balloons from the copy editor show how little I really know about grammar. 

I do have some good news though that I'll post soon – but right now I don't want to spoil my self-indulgent fit of writer's angst by telling you about it.