I finished a fairly dreadful and wobbly first draft of “Crossroads” last night; it’s now in the bottom drawer to percolate. Tomorrow I will start on a story called “Let the Words Take You” for a Le Fanu tribute anthology. Today I had a lovely lunch with my parents and my sister, whose birthday it was. Nice and relaxing. And the icing on the top of it all was a bunch of text messages from Kathleen Jennings, with some of the new papercuts for Black-Winged Angels.
Today, all of the things are good.
For The Bone Mother
For The Girl with No Hands (hands to be removed)
For The Little Match Girl
For Light as Mist, Heavy as Hope