Well, on May 29th, I started the major surgical adjustments to A Local Habitation, the second of the Toby Daye books. (I had actually started the revision process on April 13th. The fact that I can say this means that I really, really never throw anything away.) Yesterday, after lo these many hours of whacking my head against the keyboard and bemoaning the day I decided I wanted to be an author, I sent it off to my agent for review. Everybody dance!

No, seriously. Everybody dance. I DEMAND A VELOCIRAPTOR DANCE PARTY.

...okay, better.

Since I am apparently incapable of extended periods of idleness, I have already started the revisions on An Artificial Night, aka, 'Toby Daye, book three.' I'm so super-excited about working on this book, there are no words. Although I'm also a little skittish. I was talking to Rey last night, and said I didn't know what I was going to do with myself after the trilogy had been turned into DAW (beyond waiting for editorial comments, of course). He looked at me funny. I guess the part where I'm writing at least three other books that he's aware of sort of made that statement sound a little odd...

So now I'm happily hip-deep in An Artificial Night, still in that happy place where edits are new and exciting. They'll become a slog soon enough, but right now, everything is made of awesome.

Dance!