One of the major decisions I made (on the fly) this year that heavily impacted my life was to take the short deadline on Keepers of the Flame and roll three books into two. I don't regret that decision. I was in the middle of a series, and even though *I* know how it ends, and could say "Oh, thus and such happens" it isn't the same as writing it, experiencing it as a reader, is it? Still, that is not a decision I will ever make again easily, and I'll certainly want more negotiation so I don't go crazy.
The business of publishing is something that is completely out of my hands and so far has been roller-coaster enough that I haven't been able to predict what would happen next, just roll with the punches. I don't see this changing, just see myself being faster on my feet.
And since I'm really mixing my metaphors, I should go back to bed and let an umpteenth listen to Orchid by Jayne Castle (Jayne Ann Krentz) put me to sleep. The cat, the wise one of us, is already back in the warm waterbed.
So may NO punches come your way today.