I suppose this is the way these things SHOULD work, timing-wise.
No sooner do I see that the first installment of "Just Like the Ones He Used to Know" is up and getting hits at books.torontoist.com than I receive word from my editor at RHC that a box is headed my way by courier — the first editorial pass through the forthcoming new novel. I should have the pages sometime today…
Story published, novel in revision, new work started… the eternal cycle. This is what my life looks like, and I couldn't be happier.
(On a side note — I've started a post with notes and thoughts and ruminations and such about the Christmas serial. I'm going to hold off on posting, though, until the whole thing is out and read, but you have that to look forward to, if you're the sort that looks forward to those things…)