Today John commissioned me to paint one of his tiny frogs. The pink stuff is supposed to be his fingers, to show just how tiny the frog baby is. I miss the frog pond and the general easy vibe of being in the Heights.
I spent the day readjusting to being home, also putting some finishing touches on the sixth draft of Glory Days, which I plan to send to my editor tomorrow. And what will I do with myself in the mornings while she’s working on it? My friend in Amsterdam suggested I work on promoting my already published books, doing stuff for them I might have been putting off, and I know that she’s right. I like that suggestion.
Also, I probably need to do a better job advertising my paperback campaign raising money for the Houston SPCA. I’ve raised $35 so far, which is starting to look like something, but I want to do way better than that!
