Tomorrow is the author/illustrator holiday party in nyc that I thought was the other night. I feel better about taking the trip now that I had time to spend working on some stuff. I hate when a day goes by that I don't get to spend some time on these books.

Which makes me smile. It's great to be doing what I love so much. I work very hard when that's what I'm doing for a living. After all, if I were washing dishes, or laying sod, or roofing (all of which I have done), I would be in my head all day, dreaming of when I could come home and work on creative things. When this is the work I do, there is never a time I long to be doing something else. It's actually amazing how much time can go by when I'm working on one of the books. I found myself feeling weak, earlier, and had to eat immediately. (Please don't email me, mom. I ate, don't worry.)

I'm sort of tired, now. I think I'm done for the day. Up early and back on the manuscript tomorrow morning. On page 197, now. Gotta bump it over that 200 mark. I want to wrap that up, so I can move onto the illustrations for that book, as well as the research for the next.