January 2024 has truly been a test for me. I like the idea, the aesthetics even, of winters; gray and foggy and moody, snow and frozen rivers and almost-black pine trees. Not so much practically where my bones feel like I was born in the Great Depression. January stretched for an entire decade and it is still a surprise to me every time that I released a book just some days ago. SO, now that the trial for new year is over, and we can begin proper, I hope you have a good 2024.
Very excited about all your WIPs. I have a tentative r&r on one manuscript, and another I need to re-outline from scratch