...except for me, naturally. I woke up around 10:45 last night, and felt like I'd been asleep a long time. I think I'd just conked so quickly that it felt like that. Got up early, as ever.
The boys enjoyed their Christmas; B1 said "I wish today would never end." which was sweet and sad. I told him he'd have many more good Christmases to come. B1 still believes in Santa Claus. B2 wanted there to be more presents under my tree, but I'd stuck with getting the boys three presents each, with three that were shared between them, too, for a total of nine gifts. I thought that was plenty. But I can't compete by myself with Exene's family, who pile on the giftage -- I mean, it's 5:1 odds against me, there, peoplewise! I'm sure Exene's sister and mom went over the top on gifting. I got a glimpse when I picked up the boys. The boys enjoyed what I got'em, but I just didn't get'em as much as their relatives did, I guess.
We had a white Christmas, which was pretty. Not as idyllic as the snow of the other day, which was very picturesque. But it was nice enough.
I took advantage of Exene having the boys Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning to finish the editing of the third book I'm trying to sell. I'm going to get that out the door this week. All part of increasing the odds, getting the product out the door! After that, not sure what I'll work on next. I have to take stock, see what I should work on next. It's all about getting the books out that I can get out the quickest, rather than the drafts that require more massaging to get finalized. It's nice to have that much material to fall back on, however, to be in the position of having to choose what to send out the door, and having more, rather than less material.
Some SF ideas that I've had in my head awhile are bouncing around in there, and I may indulge them sooner or later. I'm trying to eat my broccoli, writing-wise, and handle the business side of things, instead of diving into the fun of working on a new piece.
