It's hot. And humid.
I will never complain about Nashville heat again. I may remark, "It's pretty hot." But I will not do the exasperated, put-out, "God grew tired of us" bemoaning I have been tempted to do, and which many Nashvillians freely do only because they've never experienced Houston in the summer.
Gonna be out of pocket till midweek next week. Vacation. Family time. Yogi Bear Park and stuff like that. (I'll be Twittering, though, so if you just can't go on without knowing what I'm doing, there's that.)
I also have a request from an editor to do some minor reworking of some stuff in the Jesus book before it goes to his pub board. That doesn't mean anything, really, except that an editor really liked the book and wants me to change some things before he presents it for consideration to the people who actually decide what to publish. But I'm complying because I want it to be published.
This is only the 3rd response we've gotten after submitting to 30something publishers (the first two were rejections). I think the 3rd response being "I like it" makes for pretty good odds. And no news is good news on the 27+ places that haven't weighed in yet, right?
Keep hope alive!
But not in Houston. It's too hot for hope or anything else to live down here.
Still, some people manage.
Catch you on the flipside, blogosphere.