Mother’s Day here…and we started the day with a champagne breakfast, courtesy of my lovely son-in-law (see r.). My first ever. Come to think of it, the tyranny of distance has decreed that it has been a good many years since I had a Mother’s Day with even one of my children, and of course this is a first – Mother’s Day with a grandchild.

My writing is going just great – 2,400 words done yesterday. Book 3 of the Mirage Makers, Song of the Shiver Barrens is about to enter the final leg of the first draft…and it is just galloping along. It doesn’t happen often, but just occasionally a writer gets into a stride where the right words seem to flow onto the paper, and this was it. With me, it often seems to happen with the gut-wrenching emotional scenes, and I have just been putting my hero through the wringer.