Smoke and chill

Scents of autumn: fireplace-smoke on the air, as I take my walk in the evenings; the smell of burning dust, the first time the heater gets fired up for the winter. Smells always touch very deep, direct wormholes through to childhood. We had a fireplace in the house I grew up in, and the smell of a fire starting there on cold mornings is something I have always missed.

WAY chilly nights and mornings, and more rain predicted for the weekend.

What I hope will be the final version of Magistrates of Hell went off on the ether-waves to Severn House Monday morning.

Two new projects started - a new Antryg novella (got a good long running start Sunday) and another can't-talk-about-it project which may or may not materialize.