Wishbone Soup Cures Everything

Knots in my shoulders, spots before my eyes, I know not day from night, I cradle my coffee with obligated love.  Oh my gods, do look at this house! There's a family in here somewhere... After the feverish edits, I have pushed the publish button, I am done with it! Except for that last convalescent push, where you need to inform people that you have published a book, and wonder if they would care to part with money in order to read it.  Least favourite bit, the sales pitch, which is either because I am monstrous enough to believe that readers should all ready be queuing up, or because it feels like begging; either way, pride is the obstacle.  I will go outside now, get some gardening done, reflect on nurturing seeds. Here are some links for buying paperbacks - ebook edits are to be resumed when dark falls and coffee supplies are in... UK:  Adventures In Time And Weather USA: Adventures In Time And Weather

Widemouth North, a rainbow before the hail struck. Dartmoor, with snow, ponies, and Mr, before the sun melted all the cloud away. As this year began we were not entirely baffled to discover it had not brought a great change of fortune. We are metaphorical oligarchs still, with our big family, access to coasts and moorland with moody skies, and reasonably waterproof footwear. It's merely a matter of keeping ourselves housed that causes the trouble. So I had been filling in applications for supplementary employment. So far, no interviews pending. This is either bad fortune, or perfectly fortuitous. I don’t have to be on this edge to write, but it has a motivational role. Two books in edits, one on a slow journey, one a brisk paced unexpected arrival; one more in serious development, several being lured into existence. One children’s book part illustrated, several more of those roughly worded.  Today I have been engrossed in the beauty of the seasons, up till now, w