Kia ora tatou
Spring here in the Southern Hemisphere isn't too far away, at least officially, but someone forgot to tell whoever is in charge of the weather. It's still bloody cold for my old bones, and Youtube seems to be feeding me mainly videos about how prehistoric people survived the ice age, or how medieval peasants managed to sleep in winter. That shouldn't affect the amount of time and effort available for writing, but it seems to. Anyway - my original intention to write and post a chapter each week seems to have become a bridge too far. I have barely started Ch 29. Any comment (even critical) would encourage me.