I have been reprimanded. My neighbour thinks I've alienated my readership by not blogging. My mother is disappointed in my last post and my Christmas cynicism. Slugging below the belt, she also asked how the novel was going.
Drawing breath this muggy Friday night after non-stop weeks, sweat creeping down my neck, I offer an image of a tropical Christmas sky. Breathe deep the gathering gloom and project some semblance of serenity in my general direction (please).