If you’re wondering how my next novel, Dancing the Maypole, is progressing I’m happy to say this evening I’ve finished chapter 41. The book now has 114,137 words and will probably end up with about 120,000. I’m quite excited to start chapter 42 tomorrow. I can see how it starts and sort of what happens, but anything could happen…though hopefully nothing that demands an extra half dozen chapters because that would be bad for my mental health! Noooooo! As it stands I’m looking at two more chapters and an epilogue. Let that be true!!!
Last week I didn’t do much writing as the Goblin was on holiday (for our 14th anniversary). We had some lovely adventures, but one very special experience in particular has been swirling in my head since last Tuesday. It’s been making me laugh with glee every time I think of it (every time I get in bed to go to sleep I lay there and chortle to myself – I’m surprised the Goblin hasn’t threatened to divorce me out of irritation). I’ve been laughing because it was so bizarre…so improbable…so a Cari-dream come true with bells and whistles. It was an experience that would mean nothing to most people on the planet (if they’d happened to be the one experience it), but for me…it was amazing! Sometimes you get out of bed and life improbably falls into place. I’ll be writing a post on it soon. I think I’ve needed time to digest it properly. What does it mean? I’ve no idea, but I’ll figure it out one day. In the meantime…life is good!