Kiss the skiing goodbye

Well, the rains have come. And temperatures in the 50s. Bare grass showing in the lawns and lakes gathering around frozen catch-basins. And I am refusing to check the basement -- can't hear the drain gurgling when I'm up here, so it can't be too bad.

No more skiing until we get another snowstorm, I guess.

Winter in Maine can be a chancy thing.

Contracts contacts

The Nice Agent Lady informs me that the DRAGON'S TEETH contracts are now wending their way from publisher to her office.

I didn't want to keep you all in suspense, knowing how the blogsphere is holding its collective breath....

No clue as to why the process took two months. But publishing is like that.