Oh, honestly, Sharon! How many books have you written?

Thank you, back-brain, for reminding me that there is one more major character in this story, and by introducing the book from her viewpoint, we get that action! I've been faunching after for weeks, with a Special Added Bonus of Suddenly! the conversations between the other characters, oh, make sense.

You would think, she said aggrievedly, that I would know this stuff by now.

Back later.

And the fragile durability of hope

Much better! Took me a while to find the voice, but, overall, I'm pleased with this day's work.

Tomorrow -- is Monday. Steve and I will start off with a bang by giving a talk at a local junior high school, as part of the media center's Visiting Author series. It ought to be both fun and interesting.

Last night's snow piled up seven inches on the ground before it got bored and stopped. Thirty percent chance of snow tomorrow afternoon, then 80 percent on Wednesday.

Suddenly, it's winter.

Friday was my last physical therapy session. I have Epic Elastic Bands and an illustrated list of exercises. If I'm good -- and I intend to be -- I should be pain-free and have unchallenged mobility inside of the next eight weeks. Since the pain is already 'way down and my mobility largely returned, what this boils down to is Not Doing Anything Stupid.

Pray for me.

The to-do list lost a couple items, but I spent most of the day staring out the window, trying to get into the headspace of the character. The exercise was, ultimately, successful, see above, but it took some concentration.

In addition to tomorrow's talk, the coming week's adventures include the threatened promised arrival of Saltation galleys toward the end, and a date with Steve to attend the Carols and Lights program at the college on Friday evening.

Only fourteen more days until winter break.

I can do this.

Everybody stay warm.

Progress on Ghost Ship

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