Welcome to my perfumed garden

(Gotta say that with rolling 'rrr's in a Bela Lugosi voice)

Yes, I am having a creative spell; most refreshing. I'm still going over my book - I admit it, I was scared of it for a bit, after my melt-downlet of  last week, so it was with some trepidation I picked it up again this morning. I'm re-writing the bits that need it. and, there's no denying, they are many I just replaced one rather long and tedious passage about the Cuban attitude to life and death - one that went on, rather, about the rafters, and dead bodies washing up in Havana and all that with...

'It was rare to get a black-out out on a Saturday night when the movie was on; the movie is good for morale, the apagon is not. It was probably not a black-out at all, but some problem with the ailing electricity supply, carried in ageing, over-head power-lines – a constant threat to life and limb. I once saw one come down in a storm. It thrashed and arced across the street, spitting sparks, barely missing me and a group of men drinking rum on a wall. I was so shaken, I had to go home and lie down. The men just sat and giggled at it. Cuban’s have a cavalier attitude to life and death and all the big questions, generally preferring to ignore philosophy in favour of drink. It is what keeps them sane.'

... And I can't tell you how much better I feel.

Fic is going well, too - I'm writing the sequel to Chasing Rainbows with the speed of a newly-serviced Skoda taking the downward stretch of the M62 and have just written, in a sudden burst of sparkling, sugar-coated inspiration, the first 486 words of the Academy story. Oh lordy, that's going to be an angst fest, you mark my words!

Right, well, I suppose I'd better get back to it, then. I might make some coffee first though. I have a rather good Fair-Trade Guatemalan from Morrisons I feel the occasion warrants.

I hope you're all having a groovy time my honeys and that no one has felt the urge to be air-lifted by helicopter in the last 24 hours.