Snowy Sunday morning randomocity

It looks like it snowed last night, based on what I see when I look at my truck. Yeesh. And I must get groceries this morning, too. Dammit. Oh, well. I'll manage, I'm sure.

In other news, I've been a bit of a slack-ass when it comes to writing the first draft of  The Sorcerer's Daughter. It's not due to lack of interest on my part, but this frelling flu that I've had for a couple of weeks. I'm pretty much over it, now, but I still have almost no energy. It's hard to sit here and write for more than a few minutes.

But I'm getting better, the energy level is getting back to where it was, and I'm making progress. I'm right around a third of the way through it now,, I estimate. I hope to be done with it in a couple of months, and be done with the whole thing and have it ready to submit to publishers by, say, August. We'll see.

My writing schedule may be impacted by some interest in an older project of mine. I'm not really free to talk about it except to say I'm very excited by the prospect and it may take a lot of my writing time--which I don't mind at all. Let's just say that, if this turns out right, I can cross a really big item off of my bucket list.

As I write this I'm wearing a pair of jeans I couldn't even squeeze into a couple of months ago. Comfortably, I might add. So, the weight loss procedes apace.

Just for the record, that's the best way to tell if you really want to measure progress when you're trying to lose weight. You can use the scales as a guide but don't live-and-die by them. Use the way your clothes fit. If you haven't lost any weight by the scales but you can't keep your pants up when they fit fine before, then you are losing weight. Scales can be liars.

Just my two cents worth. Keep your fingers crossed for me that this thing I mentioned works out!