We had snow on the ground here in our new home in the mountains – a lovely sight to see and a promise of things to come – a good feeling, despite the water pipes frozen solid twice (and not defrosting until mid afternoon).
The house is frequently cold, but that’s to be expected in the early days as we sort out new curtains and carpets, clothing and fuel. A kero heater in my office makes a big difference and so do socks, a scarf and a hat. I have fingerless gloves for typing in, although they feel cumbersome so I rarely use them.
Yes, I’m still typing away and my latest manuscript in the Khekarian series (The Bastard Line) is growing and taking good form. At last the various issues I’ve had with it and the multitude of delays seem to be behind me.
I expect to publish towards the end of the year. This latest book has coincided with an assortment of events that have held me up. The break I took after writing two books back-to-back and an unexpected illness cost me the first six months, which was half my allotted time right there with not a word written. On top of that there have been minor emergencies, delays and the most important move interstate. It’s been a very busy time.
I love the area we have come to. The people here are truly wonderful. They are friendly, helpful and don’t intrude. The views will never cease to be spectacular. It doesn’t matter what road I choose to take or where I choose to go, the views are breathtaking and constantly changing with shadow and light, season and even time of day.
It’s a brilliant place for a writer. I am happier here than I have been anywhere else ever, and that can’t help but translate into my work.
Oh, and I’ll be posting more frequently again (or at least not leaving it for weeks).
Happy creation, everyone. Whatever it is you love doing, keep doing it. It keeps your soul alive and singing, and that’s important.