Yes, that is an empty rose bottle in the background.
And it's all been amazing. But now I want to crawl into a dark quiet hole and pull the opening in after me. That's what happens when you're a bookworm born into a family of party people.
I'm also itching to get started on The Bloody Prince. My Australian holiday was supposed to be over on January 11. But my original flight out was cancelled and I'm rebooked on January 25. All the different international quarantine standards are playing merry hell with flights right now.
Basically January 2022 has been a whirl of chaos and fun. Which is a promising way to start the year! Especially as I'm going to have the rest of the long English winter to hunker down and start writing again.
In the meantime, I'm going to resist the pull of my writer's cave and soak up the last of the Australian summer.
XoXo,
