My editor is waiting on a synopsis, so I am taking off today to finish the final buff and polish.
Over at the group blog my post this week (scheduled to publish at 6 am EST) has figures and links to the first actual royalty statement for Twilight Fall. If you want to know how much $$$ you get for having a NYT bestseller, definitely check it out (and I promised you guys years ago that I would share the data, as soon as I had a top twenty bestseller and gathered all the figures, so I'm simply keeping my word.)
Some updates on our latest and newest backyard drama:
The baby wrens are doing fine. Mama wren stays with them all night and most of the day, so we try not to disturb her. When I saw her fly off this morning to get breakfast, I took this shot of the nest (a bit blurry, but I had to move fast -- click on image to see larger version):
This time I put my hand next to the pot, both to hold back the leaves and so you can see how tiny the babies are.
I then went over to take down the cabinet on the other side of the porch and clean it off, something I've been meaning to do sincer Martin and Teresa flew off with Shy Thing. Guess what:
I thought, oh, no, not this again. And sure enough, as soon as I stepped closer, the new occupant flew off, and revealed:
Which serves me right for leaving the blasted nest there, I suppose. So here we go again, take two.
See you all tomorrow.