Goodness me, what a stormy day it is here in southern England – I hope you’re all surviving the experience and keeping dry. I was foolish enough to venture out this morning for a paper and some lunch, and everyone seemed very bad-tempered. Must be the wind. As it were. I came home all peculiar and had to have chocolate to cheer up. Not much change there then.
Anyway, to provide a moment of warmth and cheer in the midst of all this weather gloom, I’m pleased to say that my romantic short story, Speaking Her Mind, can now be read at the Chick Lit Review. Which just goes to show that I do have lighter moods on occasions.
Also, much to my surprise, I’ve written the first 500 words (including an ending I might even be happy with when I finally arrive there …) of the final part in my Gathandrian trilogy. The working title is The Executioner’s Cane, but I’ll have to see if that stays or not. It’s hard to tell at this stage. Anyway, it’s a surprise to have started as I was planning not to even touch the beast until January, but Simon and Ralph have been snipping away at my head and I have finally given in to them. Never say I’m in control of the writing game, because I am most definitely not.