I am not even sure what to say about this week. New stuff, private stuff, other people's private stuff, yet more stuff. And stuff! Data sets: they are kind of hard work even when oneself is the experimental subject.
But! This new book I am working on. It is fun, and it is good for me to be working on a new book.
Also I sent The True Tale of Carter Hall to people who said they were willing to read it, so...that should be off my plate for a bit in favor of the new thing and short stories. Unless the aforementioned volunteers are really really speedy. I didn't do it deliberately so that it would go out on the day the Wild season opened, but on the other hand I have been going around singing the hockey anthem all day long. (ETA: It is not, in fact, Saturday. Oh. So okay then.)
On the other other hand, that's largely because Certain Parties Who Shall Remain
timprov had "The Guitar" playing on their computer when I went downstairs to say good morning, and I am trying desperately to get it out of my head get it out get it ouuuuuut.