Sent off the MS to two publishers and agent. Stormlord’s Exile is at the moment a few thousand words shorter than the other two.

Now the nail-biting begins. Will they shriek in despair and tell me start all over again??

Am still polishing while awaiting input, which might be several weeks away yet.

And I am looking around to decide what I should do with my supposedly spare time. Answer emails? Revamp my website? Clean the house? Wash the windows? Get my business files in order? Start the next book? Catch up on some reading? Catch up on socialising? Sleep? Exercise? Take some more photos of Four-Lined Tree Frogs that sit on my clothes line and periodically scare the bejeezus out of me by plonking dinner plate feet on my face or skull?

Actually, he’s small enough to sit on the palm of my hand, and last night he was sitting on the veranda basking in the sunset light, hence the lovely gold colour. And he has the most glorious bronze eyelids that no photo does justice to.