We came home a bit early from the beach -- got home last night instead of coming home today. We got tired of the constant roar of motorcycles all night, which kept waking us up as well as Drew. It was Biker Week down there at ol' Myrtle Beach. Great timing, eh? Actually, it was sorta cool seeing all the bikes and the interesting folks on 'em.

I didn't bring the laptop, so I'm getting caught up a bit today on the writing stuff (then we're off to work on the lawn, which has gotten weed-infested and needs a cutting). For all you people hungover and trudging back home from WisCon, well, nyah nyah nyah!

I'm back on the baseball novel, but I did have some cool ideas for the Next Novel this weekend, as well as a desire to revamp the paranormal/romance/pirate novel after reading the clunky, dull first 4 chapters of Nicholas Sparks' new novel. Bleagh. Anyone can do better than that! Even me...

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