I’ve been sick for, oh, a month or so now thanks to the latest bug my son brought home for preschool. I think I’m almost over it, though, which means it’s time for him to bring a new bug home.

At least I’ve managed to do some writing, in between surfing various blogs detailing the Hugo Awards brouhaha. It’s like a train wreck with new trains coming along and crashing into it every few minutes. I keep thinking I should write a newspaper piece about it but I don’t even know where to start.

Anyways. The writing. I’ve finished a new Azrael story, tentatively titled “The Angel Azrael Is Sacrificed to the Snake God.” I wrote it with an Azrael collection in mind, and I think I’ve got about 30,000 words of Azrael stories now, which is about half a book for me. (Most of my books start out around 60,000 words and then grow to 70,000 or 80,000 in the editing process.) So that’s something.

All right, now I’m going to curl up with some Neo-Citran and watch some more trains crash.