Drowning

A thousand pardons, I beg of you!

I’ve been awfully ill this week, drowning in snot and coughing like an 80 year old coal miner. As such my normal practice of blogging, writing and eating well has been abandoned in favour of sleeping, drawing, sniffing and laundry.

Two days ago my second manuscript assessment came back, so I’ve also been wading through a swamp of edits and structural changes for Prophecy and Fray is on the back burner.

Fingers crossed, with enough rest and toast, I’ll be back on my feet and flooding your inboxes with blogs of the random and contemplative kind.

In the meantime, peace and love!