Honestly, yesterday was a killer.
Moving from Annaghmakerrig to Cork, with bags of books dangling from each arm. What was she thinking?
By the time she got to Café Paradiso, she was like, dead. D-E-A-D.
Anyhoo, it’s been a very blissful day, spent doing absolutely nothing. Holed up in The Red Room, reading. Listened to a classical music station. Wrote a further chapter of her Everlark WIP, which she warned her readers (five chapters ago) would take as much as a year between updates, because for some reason she feels she must be in Ireland to continue, and she won’t be back in Ireland until next year.
But she keeps saying that in the notes to each and every chapter, and right after she writes that, she ends up writing another chapter.
Her last chapter ends with this image of Katniss:
- She hears a sound and whirls, snatching her bow and nocking an arrow in one swift movement.
What a tease she is.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
Kanlaon 