Five random and not-so-random things:

* I will never eat homemade banana bread right before bed again. The nightmares, dear God. While I do not blame the banana bread for them, I still was so upset I tasted mostly-digested banana bread at about 3AM. That sort of thing will leave a mark on one.

* To: My subconscious. Re: the nightmares. Look, I know you think they help when I’m writing a book like this. I really, really appreciate all your hard work. But please, f!cking stop. If I have a cardiac arrest from that hospital dream, we’ll both be out of luck.

* Kids are so cool. In the past few minutes the Little Prince has treated me to a trolley sound, several Bionic Man sound effects, two car crashes, and one shootout worthy of John Woo. And the Princess is singing the theme from Neverending Story in the kitchen as she gets her breakfast together.

* The soymilk experiment continueth well. The Muffin got a gallon of cowmilk for pancake and biscuit-making this weekend, and was relieved to find out that the soymilk is just a modification, not a hard and fast change. Several of you have warned me of the plant estrogens in soy. I’m being cautious–but I really can’t think it’s any worse for me or the kids than the bovine growth hormone, antibiotics, and assorted other stuff in cowmilk. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.

* The last hundred pages of Redemption Alley are where all the huge architectural revisions need to be made. That’s both good and bad–good because it was a clean edit up until now, and bad because that’s going to take me more time than the previous two hundred pages. *sigh*

And a sixth not-so-random thing: Steelflower is now available for preorder as a paper book! Yippee!

Incidentally, if anyone out there has dealt with the process for putting one’s books into Kindle form, can you please drop me a line about that process and your experience with it? I’m thinking of putting smoke and mirror in Kindle form.

Whew. Ever have such intense nightmares the waking world feels like the dream? Yeah. It’s like that, this morning. I feel physically rested but emotionally drained.

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