The writing lockdown approaches. I'm going to go all medieval on this last drafts ass, be comfortable enough with it to send it out, and then hand it over to one of my editors here at the Penguin for some free perusal. This is the book that's going to sell. I'm getting to old to live in my Fortress of Lassitude. Time to actually do something proactive.

In other news, the apt is shaping up nicely with all the art and girly touches being applied to it. Even though I'm girly enough with my figure skating viewing and love of showtunes, I suck when it comes to decorating, and the gf has a flair so decorate on, my lovely.

How is the rest of LJ doing today? Anyone want to come to NYC and kill my boss? There's a dinner at Morimoto's in it for you...