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*EDIT* Turns out the page I used for the contest last year still works fine. I just had to pick an end date. So is now officially open.*EDIT*

It was around this time last year that I launched the . It was a lot of fun and helped me find a lot of new readers and I said that I was going to make it a yearly thing. And I am. However, with the new book I haven't had time to write up an official How-Dee-Do and...

Nothing new there. However, I've come to actually enjoy my seat on the floor that started back when my back was tweaked and I had to sit up against the wall for support. I have like a little fort that I climb into with my couch on one side and an ottoman in front and an end table rounding things out. It's my rewriting bunker. And, yes, I'm a lunatic. But that's where I'm getting through the most pages so that's where I'm parking my ass.

And, frankly, this process breeds lunacy anyway. I'm...

My eyes hurt and I've been staring at computers too much. I don't really have a lot to say and since all my free time is spent editing I'm not bursting with blog ideas. But these are my recent thoughts:

What the hell is Nic Cage doing with his career?

Why is Adrian Brody making beer ads?

Law and Order: CI is, for some reason, the greatest show to have on in the background while writing.

I require noises in the background to concentrate. I would expect, in fact, just the opposite.

I need a hair...

I tweaked my back (nothing serious) and have been sitting on my floor with my back flat against the wall for the past two days. Which, outside of the numbness in my butt, is actually a pretty good thing as far as rewrites go.

It is a bad thing, however, as far as cabin fever/dementia goes.

I've been keeping this book under wraps for what seems like forever. You've been hearing about this book for what seems like forever. I'm sort of bored with that whole situation.

So…here's Part 1.

TADA!!!...

Oh, wait. No I don't. It's hell. Somehow visualizing something in digital format does not work in my brain. It's like playing Jenga with a blindfold on. And you don't know the shape of the blocks. And a monkey is throwing his feces at you. Possibly while laughing; it's hard to tell under the blindfold. Monkey noises are strange like that when you can't see the monkey's expression.

Anyway I can never quite get a mental grip on where I am within the document and when I need to format one...

Man I hate that song.

Anyway I was going to have a fun-filled post for today where I would unveil the cover of…the LAST book, Probability Angels.

"But what's this?" You ask? "We've already seen the cover for the last book?"

Yes, you have, only now there was going to be some mention on it, like a subtitle, that it was the FIRST book in a series.

Dun dun dunnnnnn�.

You know, because now that the second book is almost done I can officially make that claim.

But, since I used the drag-and-drop cover...