Okay birthday fun was had and I survived while my son has now (at 11 PM) finally collapsed into some kind of ecstatic six-year old heap. (How I ended up the mother of a child - and not a baby - I will never know. I swear he was just a toddler yesterday....)

Questions have been fired off to David Mack and Nick Abadzis and some follow-ups to Lisa Ann Sandell all for the Winter Blog Blast Tour. Tomorrow I send a few to Loree Griffin Burns and then it is just Christopher Barzak I have left. I ead another of his short stories last night; I swear this guy never ceases to dazzle me. He is truly a wonderful author.

A wee bit of work done on the day job but not nearly enough. Tomorrow - sad to say - it will be time to be a boring business woman. We have also heard that a nasty wind storm might be headed our way on Thursday which raises concerns for our smallest plane which is currently tied down on an airport ramp a bit south of here. We really need to buy a hangar; I hate the idea of a plane fighting for it's life in the midst of 60 mile an hour gusts. It's just not a pretty picture.

I am deeply sucked into a book on Arctic exploration - one I did not think would captivate me so much as I know a lot of this particular story already but boy the author does a great job of making it all fresh again. More on this later, after reviews for all the books I have finished are written. (And no - none of that done today, but there was no chance of it happening anyway.)

But mostly I am finally feeling like I can go back to Alaska - in a literary sense. It was nice to take a break from the book and just think about it and really, I had no choice. There was too much traveling and visiting to worry about writing any certain amount each day. I wanted to write but I was lucky to sleep more than a few hours every night. We crammed a lot into the last few weeks and there simply was no room for writing. By Friday my agent will have what I have written thus far and I will keep moving forward. Oddly enough I feel like I'm in a good place with this book, hopefully that positive feeling will carry over to the writing. We shall see.

Back later with love for Ned Vizzini. Go take a look at Robert's Snow and spread some love yourselves over there.