I hope we won’t drown in a surfeit of good intentions over here. At fifteen minutes before nine AM, I’m thinking of switching off the phone for a few hours. Text messaging is a long and tedious process.
However. Almost done on the translation of a circus act’s publicity material and about to break the morning fast. Fiction writing feels like the good little girl’s treat, these days. (If you’re good, mommy will let you play with your imaginary friends, sort of thing).
I’m intrigued by the meet-up point building up ever-so-slowly between two characters who clashed in a previous novel set in Hautvoir. How the meeting will happen – if it happens. How it will go. How it will affect the outcome of the story: all mysteries at this point.
This is it, blog-wise? Yes, for now.