Welcome to my perfumed garden

I've been working rather hard on the novel (in case anyone wondered where I was *g*) but the more I work on it, the further away the day when I can actually start writing again seems to get. It' s getting more and more complex - getting better, I think (I bloody hope!) but gosh golly; 32,000 words of notes that's all got to be sorted out and made coherent. I just discovered 2 new characters today, and a whole lot of new ghosts that'll have to be described en mass - they're not individuals as such, but it's all extra stuff I hadn't budgeted for, if you know what I mean.

::wibble::

I'm sure it'll come right in the end. ::she said with a plucky, Dunkirk smile::

Writing aside, life ticks on as per, nothing to see here, nothing to report. Could be better, could be worse. :o)