Four items of varying degrees of note

Hey hey!

Good evening, happy Friday, and such and such.

No news on the YA MS the First front; I trust the esteemed EN4 arrived home from Bologna today and will be back in the office on Monday. I feel confident I'll hear all about the details (or "deetz," for you young people) at that time.

In news today, however:

1. I remembered most of the bass lines I was required to play at our first band-back-together practice last night! We're having another practice tomorrow afternoon, after . . .

2. Taxes! Tomorrow, lunchtime-ish, I'll be off to see our tax professional. Being a freelance, self-employed person is complicated, what with home offices and 1099s and expenses and such.

3. It pays to comment on your favorite blogs, people! I have been invited to become a new contributor at The Spectacle. This is pretty cool! And it's all because I dropped the correct answer to this week's Stump the Bookseller, one of the current contributors clicked over here, and thought I would be a good fit! My first official duty: write next week's Stump the Bookseller.

4. Since I was at practice last night, I'll have to make some write time this weekend. If I don't, Eric Stevens will be missin' deadlines, and that ain't cool.

Nothing more to say! Have a good weekend, y'all.

"We're getting the band back together"

Strictly speaking, the band never actually broke up. We just only see each other maybe every six months for a spurt of practices before some late-night gig at Stasiu's, and such it is again. Our first practice of this spurt will be this Thursday, normally write night.

So I might miss a write night this week, and I'm okay with, because it will instead be a night of music and merriment and I get to have some beers!

Hopefully, I can squeeze in some writing time at some other point this week. I tried to do some freewriting this afternoon while Sam was playing happily on the rug with some new toys of his, but what I wrote--and it wasn't much--included the line of dialogue: "I'm not running anymore." When I saw that appear on the page, I rubbed my eyes, checked it again, then deleted the whole mess. Then I made some tea and sat on the couch to watch Sam play.