In the meantime, one more holiday to celebrate here before the old year dies. Happy New Year, all! See you next year.
In the meantime, one more holiday to celebrate here before the old year dies. Happy New Year, all! See you next year.
The weather has been mild for this time of year, but we may get a bit of snow tomorrow night. A sort-of-white Christmas? Maybe. In the meantime all seasonal good wishes to anyone who reads this. I am hoping to get back on my writing schedule next week, but we'll see!
Still plodding through chapter 4 ("The Third Man"). Gwernin is negotiating with his wife for permission to take his older son Ianto with him on his summer travels, and Neirin is showing signs of taking over the story (he does that). It will be interesting to see what happens when they all get to Ireland, but that will be a while yet.
Winter has settled in here in Denver - a little snow the last two nights, gone by late afternoon. We'll be celebrating Midwinter Saturday. I am looking forward to the days lengthening again.
December at last. I've managed a little writing this week - a few hundred words at the start of chapter 4. I've needed to look back into the earlier books, especially Flight of the Hawk, to introduce Neirin properly. It looks like he will be going to Ireland with us. He is the historical bard now known as Aneirin, who later wrote (most of?) the long poem called Y Gododdin. That will fall in my projected Storyteller book #8, the middle book of the Fall of the North trilogy, which will resolve a lot of situations I set up in Flight of the Hawk and The Ash Spear.
The last three days have been mild, but we should be getting snow and colder weather again tomorrow. That should be good for writing.