Let’s get back to writing.

Today is a day of mixed feelings, memories and sunshine. It’s a weird one.

It would have been my brother’s 41st birthday. So I’m having a thoughtful kinda day. The sun is shining, and it’s windy, perfect laundry and drying weather. So the line is full of bedding, there’s a load in the machine, and another load at least lined up for after that. It’s going to smell fab when it’s all dry. I love the smell of line dried washing, and getting into a bed freshly made, and still smelling of sun? The best!

Amongst all that I could crack on with housework, it needs it.

But I’m going to sit here and write more on Elois. That still needs a title, and an idea for the cover, and will need an editor at some stage. Any volunteers?

“No daughter of mine will work in the forge, I have a son for that,” he said finally, turning away from her to scoop stew into a bowl. Elois stared at her dad’s broad back, tears welling up. Osk’s face was flat and calm, as usual. Briony glared at Kyt, furious, but she said nothing.

Today’s planned words involve crossing the ravine and finding out what’s on the other side. They’re sitting at the edge of the map, it’s all uncharted from here.

This is me, being all disciplined and going to write, not check facebook.