Though I had intended to clean up my manuscript, shoot it off to two carefully-chosen publishers, and finish writing the sequel, life has a way of fouling my intentions. Thanks to a squirrely inner-ear, I had some bad falls skiing, then I did a face plant on the tennis court. The latter broke the bone under my eye and damaged the nerves in my face. The recovery has been slow and painful. I essentially spent 3 weeks in bed with a cold pack over half my face. Even reading has seemed strenuous. I’m finally out of the enigmatic brain fog of codeine, and starting to get back to a normal routine, but I haven’t touched my books since that first fall. 😦 The longing to write is poking at my brain like a persistent woodpecker. Tomorrow, I will give in. 🙂