Distractions

The winter is always a slower time for me. It's like I'm part bear and like to hibernate, though I don't actually sleep any more hours than in the summer. I suspect many of you are exactly the same.  I find I like nothing more than curling up with a good book, a cup of tea and a purring cat. ​Everything else seems like too much bother.

Unlike some author friends I don't suffer from SAD (seasonal affective disorder), mostly because here in Porto we get a lot of sunshine. There will be a week where it's windy and rainy, sometimes with the occasional kickbutt storm off the Atlantic, but for the most part it's pretty sunny. Since we live near the ocean (it's 3 miles away) we get swarms of SEAGULLS.  Why they feel the need to do a screech and swirl maneuver near our apartment, I have no idea. 
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But it's still winter so I take it easy. The cat, of course, has no issues with this as it means lots of fawning attention from her minions. It does mean I have to force myself to get work done, in this case the short story for the anthology I mentioned two posts back. From Hell with Love has been submitted to JordanCon and the next I'll see it will be in "galley" form for proofing. Then they'll send the whole works off to the printer in time for the convention.

Next up on my schedule is reworking a fantasy I wrote (checks calendar) over twenty years ago. Also, I'm still noodling on a Demon Trappers short story because I suspect Riley and Company have a few more tales to share. All of this is happening, of course, in between hot cups of tea and the occasional nap. 

​So how goes your winter?
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