*static crackles*

I know it's been a while, kids. I've been working my tail off over the past month on various iterations of edits on WILD CARD. Release day is coming up quickly, and as things gel it seems they just send everything careening forward to the end of November. It feels like I'm running at light speed. Hyperdrive engaged. No time for love, Doctor Jones. It's been weird. With each passing edit, the story gets tighter and tighter. Better. I got my galley proofs last week and I have an actual ISBNumber. I just sat and stared at it for a few minutes. This is really happening. It's not a dream, a cosmic joke or an elaborate episode of Punk'd. I've really got a book coming out next month.

I've had conversations with my agent and publicist...and the only thing crazier to me than saying that sentence is that in said conversation I sound like I know what I'm talking about.

I'm working on the early outlines of new projects. One is a comic collaboration with artist Emma Lysyk. Another is a book that is WAY out of several comfort zones, but should prove to be hilarious.

Then there's life. Went on a family vacation to Sedona, Arizona last month and spent some time in a disco-lit bathtub. (I will be using that in a story some time. It was amusing.) I've been sick with one thing or another for most of the past month. The past 3 days or so are the first since mid-September that I feel human. And my kiddo is on Fall Break, so no work is really getting done.

Her birthday is coming up. So my brain is engaged planning parties and presents and stuff on top of the book and story seeds. I've also been battling some thought demons. Stupid mood swings and hormonal shifts and chemical imbalances that fill my head with drivel I *know* is utter bullshit...and yet, it can lay me low for weeks. Only now am I coming out of the funk and realizing that I was in it at all. Hooray for chemical issues. *rolls eyes*

Family is coming into town next month--right around the time of the book release. My dad and step-mom will be in town, and I can't wait to see them. This is the part that sucks about living 2000 miles away from half of your parents. *kicks dirt* Where's my teleporter?! Also, I found out that my mother-in-law is coming out in the nebulous area of somewhen. No idea when. Not sure for how long. But I've never met the woman. This is awkward. The good news is that my daughter will finally get to meet the one grandparent she's never seen. So, yeah. It looks like the end of November is a Convergence of All Things, so I won't be surprised if the MiL shows up then, too.

Amazing things are happening in the lives of my Ohana. Crazy changes. Growing babies (one of whom I've been babysitting once a week) and expanding families. One of my dearest is getting married in February. I had hoped to be in the wedding but with all the obligations on me right now and the travel/financial voodoo required to be a bridesmaid...yeah, I don't know if that's feasible. Hoping to make it, though, so I can cry and hug her to pieces.

Yeah... and on top of it all is this crazy world we live in. Syria. Government shut down. Debt ceiling looming. Agents of SHIELD. Thor 2 next month.

I just haven't felt like I had anything of value to say here--or on Twitter, really. I could whine about self-image, or ramble about progress on the book. I could tell you how much I love chai or get your hopes up for projects that might ultimately languish in the dark corners of my brainspace. Really, though, I've just been in an odd meditative silence as far as this blog and some online presences have been concerned. Just a few years ago that was the norm, and now it feels unnatural. Silence is forbidden fruit.

Anyway, kids, I've not forsaken you. I'm still here. And there will be a flurry of activity here in the coming months. Perhaps that's what my silence is... the deep breath before the plunge.

For now, though, it's enough for me to say I'm still here.

How are you?