One and a half chapters and an epilogue ... but no hope of getting anything more done till this off-farm-job week is done Sunday. Some scales, and then collapsing exhausted before another OFJ day.

Not exactly almost done this chapter, but well into the really difficult, emotional, heroically tragic bit. Really difficult emotional heroically tragic bits are hard when they go all myffic - such a thin line between that and going silly.

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Today's music is settling in to be Dire Straits. And now, back to work.

Been so exhausted and sick for a while that I haven't touched my guitar in almost a week and my finger ends have gone all weird and burnt feeling. Moral: at least play scales for ten minutes before bed, no matter what?

Today: write this chapter, which contains one of the several crises of the End. Timing is ... complex. Very. And spread over time -zones, because of what I'm calling godly-action-at-a-distance.

Planted tulips yesterday. I think this is the latest I've ever tried to put in end-of-season bulbs, but it's so mild they ought to be able to grow their roots before a deep freeze.

A clear but clammy morning. Off to the off-farm-job. Sigh. Huge thing with favourite characters coming up to look forward to, at least.

Good morning. Dawn is seeping greyly into the sky and today, this chapter will get written. So there.

time? Canadian, have a wilful dog, write (most recently) epic fantasy published by Pyr; I've been doing this twenty years, with many children's and YA books behind me, as well as some LitCrit. (The epic fantasy is for grown-ups, despite the canine motif, don't confuse Pippin and the Blackdog!)

@T_Frohock Trying to direct this at you - let's see if it works. Fancy running into you here! Due to a weird glitch that insisted my email wasn't real after I'd set up this account, I'm also over at as well and I foresee muddle.

Oh darn, this kept saying my email was invalid after I set it up so I got fed up, decided it had failed somehow, and set up a different account over on social, and now it suddenly likes me again. So there's two of me ...

But must get back to work. A certain Wicked Dog wants his walk, too.

Hello? Just wandering over here to see what's up. What to say ... hm. I write. I play guitar. It snowed last night. Now to find the people who all said they were foregathering on here ...

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