I've been working, working on the book and I'm still loving this story. I'm in love with the hero and like the heroine and I'm having a lot of fun writing it. It's so weird, it worries me.
The weather here has been strange - storms and tornados close by - and I have my foster dog and my personal dogs and my family - all of which keeps me busy.
But I'm actually loving the writing instead of agonizing over it. Scary, but I'll take it.