Where did you go?

In a rare and thrilling turn of events, I did some writing today. I opened up Word early this morning and sat my butt down and finished off the bulk of the scene I was working through. Yay! Apparently one of the keys to successfully writing when you say you're going to is to actually sit down and write. Interesting concept and one that I might be able to get behind.

So.

That's from yesterday's post to right this very minute. Awesome blossom. And no, I didn't end up staying up all night. Although I should have, just for the fun factor.

Which brings me around to a question that's burning through me: Why am I suddenly staying up exceptionally late and sleeping in now that summer is coming to an end and it looks like I'm going to have to put myself back on a more normal schedule so that I can do that dreaded work thing? Why wasn't I doing this months and months and months ago? Because I freaking love it and never want to have to go to bed early again.

In news that might surprise no one, I read a book.
Book #159 - Here Kitty, Kitty! (Magnus Pack #3) by Shelly Laurenston - Oh, wow. I thought this book was great. I haven't read the first two in the series but I adored how unrepentantly psychotic Angie was and how terrifying she and her friends were to the men in their lives. When Angie is accidentally "kidnapped" by two tiger shifters (they were actually saving her from a pack of hyena shifters) and dumped in Nikolai Vorislav's house for safe keeping, she finds herself unwillingly attracted to the big hillbilly cat and his loud, obnoxious family. Funny and fast paced, I liked both Nik and Angie immensely. Yes, I will be reading the first two in the series soon.

Okay, that's enough out of me. I have to watch the newest True Blood to get my Eric Northman fix.
Later.