Sanity will be challenged this week.
Having a lead on a new literary agent, I will be spending any spare time I can squeeze out of the Thanksgiving monster on tweaking The Hushing Days manuscript. I want it nice and shiny for Monday’s trip to new eyes.
I also have a short story due December 1 that is begging to be written. We’ll see if I can swat that down or fold under its relentless whispers.
As surviving Thanksgiving is always iffy for me, this could indeed get ugly.