I am really tired tonight. The bone-chilling cold weather and the uneven pace at work today have conspired to render me into a babbling idiot. Of course, there are plenty of people out there who will claim that such is my normal state of mind.
After much brainstorming, I think I have finally hit upon a story idea for The Devil's Food anthology. Right now I am calling it "The Faceless Ones" but may need to think of a new title since that is also the name of an old Doctor Who story. I pounded out the first bits of that a few minutes ago, along with some notes for consulting later, but right now I am off to bed. As I get older, I've noticed that as the work week progresses, I hit the hay earlier and earlier. Mondays I'm up til midnight, but come Friday night I'm lucky to make to 8:30. Boy, getting old sucks.