Actually, it's currently "Sunday morning, sort of off-gray sky filled with occasional clouds and colder than it ought to be this time of yeah, ha ha, little California girl, ha ha." But I like the original phrase just a little bit better.

Yesterday was my "goof off" day for March, and today, I buckle back down to work, with several short stories and a bunch of novel revisions on the docket (Deadline and The Brightest Fell, for the curious). I won't be turning off my Internet, because I keep too much information there, but I won't be my normal rapid-response self, either. Tomorrow, I'll finally select the winners of the icon contest (assisted by a panel of impartial judges without entries of their own) and figure out how we're handling judging for the SURPRISINGLY POPULAR "Mira Grant is..." contest. Other than by staring in awe.

If you haven't voted in the Fourth Annual BSC Review Tournament, please consider stopping by. This brutal tourney pits a year's-worth of book releases against one another in bloody single combat, and only one can emerge victorious. Toby rallied for a little bit, but the tide has turned. Her latest match is against Juliet Marillier's Heart's Blood, and she's getting the smackdown. Rally! Help Toby progress! Especially since catvalente's Palimpsest is still swinging (currently against The Red Wolf Conspiracy by Robert V. S. Redick), and there's a wacky bonus comic strip in it for you if we wind up facing off in the final round.

Pretty please?

The world is full of things, and the things are full of stuff, and the stuff is all time-sensitive for me, so I'm going to get back to work now. I'll check in later. Please don't set anything on fire.