I took a trip down to the American southwest recently — the first time I’ve headed somewhere warm during the winter. Talk about a change of pace. The smells, the weather, the sky — it was incredible.

I’m slowly and painstakingly trying to rewrite the book. It’s been a much slower process than I thought. No small amount of hubris in thinking I’d be done with revisions and sending it out, I suppose. But the longer the writing sits since that made dash to the ending in October, the more time there is to think about intentional choices in narrative, where the plot should go, what I want to do with the characters. It strikes me as being a good thing.

It’s been an interesting process. Blog writing dropped off. I’ve been reading less. Thinking more. And it doesn’t strike me as being a bad thing — not after a summer of writing as if it were a sprint. Last year was my most productive for publishing, but I have a feeling 2015 is going to be a slower, more methodical approach to my work. New season, I suppose, and it feels like it could be a very good thing.