Kid's sick again, though he slept through the night last night, pretty much -- until 5:30 am. As opposed to Saturday, when he was up from 2 to 6:30 am cranky and feverish. He seems to be feeling fine now, so let's hope it was just a brief cold. Glad he didn't pull another all-nighter, since I have to go to work in a couple of hours and write an obituary for Phil Klass (who wrote as William Tenn). I met him once or twice, and he was a brilliant satirist. A great sad loss.
Other than the kid feeling poorly, it was a good weekend -- great, even. I had my best writing day in ages on Saturday, producing 12,700 words, and getting within a chapter of the end of my current project (a work-for-hire book I can't really say much about, except: it's fun!). It's nice to write one-eighth of a book in a single day... I did a little writing in the morning. Heather took the kid (who was not noticeably sick then) off gallivanting so I could have some afternoon hours to write. I did a little more in the evening. A couple hours here and a couple hours there and a couple more hours over there really add up.
I snagged some more time (thanks again to my wonderful wife) on Sunday to finish my draft, getting another 3500 words down and reaching The End. After converting myself almost entirely to a slow-and-steady writer since becoming a father, it was nice to get some old-school binge-session chasing-the-finish writing done.
I also watched Jennifer's Body, which was enjoyable, and read Charlie Huston's Caught Stealing, which is the first thing I've picked up by Huston that's really pulled me in. I couldn't get into his hardboiled vampire novels, but I might try more of his non-vampire crime stuff.
And Sunday -- unlike Saturday -- I even managed to go outside, taking the kid for a walk in the stroller because he was going stir-crazy and he seemed to be feeling better and didn't have a fever at the time. (Fever came back later, sigh.) The weather was absolutely gorgeous.
I still need to revise the project I just finished, but that shouldn't be too tough, and I have a few weeks to do it. So now I get to move on to some of my own stuff -- Broken Mirrors, short stories... It's exciting. I want to keep up with this newfound writing-nearly-every-day habit I've developed.