There’s a tipping point:

I always know when a book tips over from “chaos gremlin” to “actual novel,” and yesterday [EMP] hit that point hard. One moment I was trudging through scenes like I’d lost the map; the next, everything snapped into alignment and the story took off like it had somewhere urgent to be.

And on we go …

I was wandering through Substack this morning and not enjoying it at all. Far too much about the nonsense in the US. Far far too much politics for my liking. I want to escape from the bullshit not have it hit me in the face constantly. It's not that I don't care, it's that I … Continue reading And on we go …

Home again.

Right, so, here's the thing. I rushed down to Blenheim on Tuesday morning because Superman was discovered unconscious at home (on Moetapu Bay Road in Mahau Sound) not fun for anyone! It took the fire brigade and ambulance to get him out because the driveway is too difficult for ambulances when the ground is sodden. … Continue reading Home again.