So it is I find myself confined to the first and second floors of The Old Stone House, the loft which is my office banned for now. That means the majority of my day to day work routine is verboten, not just because of inability to access the space, but also to pace myself.
I’ve decided to take advantage of this forced confinement and finish the first draft of The Rose Guardian. Truthfully I’m almost there. All that’s required is about another 30,000 words, which is the linking sections to tie together the three narratives of this story. Given I have another three to five weeks in my convalescence, I think it not unreasonable to be able to finish. Then off to Robert for first reading and editing.
We’ll see how that plan plays out.