My old friend George R.R. Martin to the contrary, Spring Is Coming!
As if to mark this event, I passed a milestone yesterday. The Darger and Surplus novel just crossed the hundred-thousand-word mark. And how close is that to completion? Well . . . normally, my novels are made up of twenty chapters of five thousand words each. It used to spook Marianne how tidily that came out. But this one's coming out a little longer than usual.
How much longer? Not much. Maybe five thousand, maybe ten thousand words. Which means that I am close as close to finished.
And keeping my nose to the grindstone, staying at home working, foregoing adventures of all sorts in order to get this thing written and done with. Which is why today the only news I have at all is that:
Above: The first flowers of the year have bloomed in our back yard. And, mirabile dictu, they weren't crocuses. They were snowdrops. This has been a strange winter.