Working at Last!

Have finally begun work on the last Chronicle, The Book of Dreams, after weeks of dithering, recovering from flu, and exploring my Buddhist leanings. The e-files are broken down into chapters, I've been reading and making notes, and now I am drawing up the big wall chart that shows me what is happening in each chapter. So there I am, working away on the chart, when in comes Hamish, a big fat wet cat who walks right across it and leaves muddy paw prints all over it. Appropriately enough, I guess, since he appears in Chapter 3 as the King of Cats. And I'm delighted it's raining. That's why Ireland has so many writers. What else is there to do when it's lashing outside?