I now have five outstanding agency queries.
I have about 150 pages of a sequel.
I have so completely revised the first section of the first book that it's practically unrecognizable (in a good way) from the earlier drafts.
I have contracted whatever the rest of the family has--but so far in a much milder form (knock wood!). Thank you, flu shot.
Finally, I just really, really need to share this paragraph with you, because I wrote it two weeks ago and it still plays over and over in my head because I am just so delighted with it:
Sophia Abington had always known she would never marry. She knew it in the same way she knew the birthmark on her left ankle would never wash off in the bath. It was neither a sad nor a happy thing. It was simply an indelible fact of Sophia.
See? Isn't that lovely?