Ok. I made up that statistic but it feels like about right.
I'm reading a fabulous book at the moment during the day (along with running around after family and looking after pets) and writing in the evenings and early mornings. I have written heaps and it's taken me HOURS! I've progressed 11 pages. I sat in the doctor's waiting rooms and read 38 pages of the fabulous book I'm reading and it took me 15 mins!
Needless to say, the comings and goings of Birthright are in good hands (I say this with arrogant confidence) but this is becoming a huge book. There are characters who are pushing their way into my story who demand they have a significant part.
the Thane of Cawdor's son
and others who I haven't met yet but I feel are just lurking for their chance to burst into the story.
Sheesh. Can't a writer have some control?
Anyway, it is a few days before Christmas where the whole world turns gaa gaa. Me, I'm a bit of a ba humbug. The only special days for me are birthdays. And, I have friends and students struggling with the European disasterous weather so I don't really feel inclined to be particularly festive as I worry about them.
Here in Dunedin, it is unseasonally hot (and windy).
I wish all who read my blog a happy holiday because, damn it, we all deserve it.