So, we plod onwards, ever onwards.

Take a bow.

Research is an indulgence we luxuriate it – nerdiness in the buying of new books justified – winner winner chicken dinner.

Words are added to the narrative, passages grow, and some suffer the cut of the edit.

Pennies are counted, some squirreled away, and some invested in the necessity of a few more books.

Cions are collected, not to fund some sort of bibliophilic orgy, cracked spines and the flicking of virgin pages…. 

Oh, the joy of such events, but alas coins, our coins are not needed to make Lucritia Borgia blush, but to meet the overarching directive – PUBLISH.

The current project, the little side projects that feed our needs, all are subservient to a five foot and two-inch woman from my imagination.

Breath must fill her lungs.

Readers must find her tale!

And it is the balance of all the above that we plod inexorably on.

Movement IS progress.

We no longer focus on the distant mountain peak, no we look with glee as each footfall, every pace taken is accepted as progress. 

Incremental, however small, is progress. 

So that’s me.  That’s the latest update from this teller of tall tales.

Stay safe, stay sane, and love life.