Speaking of which, it is exactly one week until I turn 25. It's funny, y'know, as far as I can tell there's no public perception of 25 as a major birthday. I was looking at cards when one of my friends had her 25th b-day earlier in the year, and they have cards for 18 and 20 and 21 and 30, but nothing for 25. It feels like more of a big deal to me than turning 21 did. I'm going to be a quarter of a century old. I've finally started thinking of myself as an adult, not some not-quite-a-teen-anymore who's supposed to pretend she's an adult. Haven't quite figured out whether I like that or not yet. ;)
Oh, and I forgot to report some news! I'm going to be writing reviews of YA and kids books for Children's Lit.com. Got my first batch of review copies last week, have already read two, waiting for the review instructions to arrive so I can write 'em up. They don't pay, but hey, free books is payment enough for me. If any of you are interested in reading and reviewing the newer kids books, I'd definitely give them a shout.
Am waiting on some books on Mesopotamia before I finish outlining the YA fantasy novel (which I think is going to be titled, for now, something like Halfway Hero or Hero By Half), so I've been spending most of my non-work time getting together the last few Christmas presents.
Also, it is snowing. Again. I like a white Christmas as much as the next person, but really, there are limits. Can we put the white stuff on hold until the 24th? Please?