Monday morning

6 a.m. and we are all bouncing about (up, anyway) as a result of the weather: the thunderstorm that has been hanging around, too shy to speak to anyone, has appeared, resulting in an eldritch howl from the Rottweiler, who thinks that weather is something to be immediately challenged. So my wish for rain has been granted. As with all wishes, there is a downside: sudden mild asthma, which is not something I normally suffer from.

However, the copy edit is done and will go out today or tomorrow, well within deadline. Then I can start concentrating on the rewrite of Bloodmind and some short fiction. We're off to London later, for Borders tonight and for a round of business-related visits tomorrow.