A week flies. Two bits of news while I have been away:
I went to see Isabelle.
It is like the opening pages of War of the Worlds. Something significant has landed, but no-one quite knows what it means. Soon we will both write about it, I know, and weave the strands together. All 84 of them.
Buy a copy; £10 of the £12.50 cover price goes to Warchild.
And yes, I am tempted by Ariel's intriguing offer.
And me? Ideas come thick and fast; the only time my love doesn't warm, is when it burns. Sorry I haven't made more time as yet, stay tuned.