Getting toward the end ...

I have two months left to finish the new book, and time is beginning to feel tight. One short chapter and one long one to go. At the moment, I'm stalled at an unlikely place: the Randon Council and the instructors have both had a shot at culling the current crop of cadets, including Jame. Now it's the turn of the third year cadets of each house. The Knorth 3nd years are already annoyed with Jame because she stopped their hazing of younger cadets. They issue her a personal challenge -- but I can't figure out what. It should be something that sounds impossible, which she accomplishes almost by accident. Any ideas?

Meanwhile, riding goes by fits and starts. I had a terrible ride on Countess a week or so ago with her backing up, flailing about, and threatening to rear, probably because I was pulling too hard on her mouth. Given the rest of my life, which is pretty quiet, it's odd to suddenly be in a situation where my physical safety depends entirely on myself. The mind changes gears fast. I've learned a lot from my equine experiences, as I hoped I would when I started out. Rides since then have been better.

Interestingly, in the past 24 hours I've had people asking about Dad's work, Mom's, and my own. I think I may have sold one of my father's Florida landscapes.

It's wider than this image.