What the heck have I been doing with my writing since then?!
I'm supposed to be working on:
a book I'm adapting into a musical. (Distant Serenade by Michael McLean)
editing White Fire's sequel. (The Search for Sethrum's Children, tentative title)
a humorous contemporary book I want to finish asap. (Bertie's Lasting Legacy)
So, it's time to start writing - diligently, industriously, daily - again, again!
And next time, in fear of having to recall the Teletubbies, maybe I won't "rest" for a month before plunging into the next project! May you all learn from my sad experience and keep at whatever you're supposed to be keeping at, rather than having to start ranting, "Again, again!"