I’m in Somerset on a writing retreat with very wonky wifi. I’m working on the next book (yes, I only finished the novella sequel last week and no, I don’t know who I am or what day it is).
cell window bedroom it looks like this.
It’s all lambs and daffodils and chirpy birds. But instead of that I’m surrounded by this:
And I’ve turned that into a big heap of plans and beaten the synopsis into some kind of order and now I’m making all these post it notes into a book. See you in a few days (and a lot of words).