Another weekend is gone, and we're that much closer to Christmas. No, I'm not much readier than I was this time last week. I did my Christmas baking shopping - icing sugar, coconut, etc. and got that out of the way yesterday. I do a sleighful of baking - lots of cookies and peanut brittle and candies etc. That'll be next week's task.
The sequel to Sam's Story, oops excuse me, Personal Protection - I really need to remember its name - is going well. Working on Scrivener on the Mac is helping me organize and focus more than on Word. But maybe it's just that 'new toy' syndrome at work. The Mac is in the family room still - we've decided it will be until Christmas is over and then yes, sigh, it'll be up in the living room. Mainly because a) there's no space and no electrical plugs left in the office, and b) we want Curly to be able to use it for his video projects and want to make it more accessible to him.
I also went into Toronto for the annual Toronto Romance Writers Holiday social. This time of year the weather always makes commitments iffy, so I wasn't sure if I'd try, but Saturday turned out to be nice. Grey. But nice. And I enjoyed catching up with Amy Ruttan and Christine d'Abo, Laurie Rauch and JK Coi - who will be guest blogging here on Wednesday. (Missed you, Wylie!)
Oh, and Guitar Hero - who I am thinking of renaming to Biker Dude - went to a motorcycle show in Toronto on Saturday and came home sporting a brand spanking new set of leather chaps. These button up around the ankle but have a zipper up the side so you can get into them easier. Some lace up the side, some have tassles that'll blow in the wind when you're out on the road, and some just are straight pull-on tight leather pants. But they all have the crotch and butt hanging out.
I'm going to leave it to your imaginations as to what an erotica author might want to do with a pair of chaps, but frankly I can't even go there. It's just too .... weird.