I know, one minute it’s too wet, then it’s too sunny. There’s no pleasing me.
This is my garden today, looking lovely and smelling divine but I’m still editing, locked in a darkened room, working all hours to get the edit completed on schedule. It’s a grind. I’m getting so many ideas for my next story and all I can do is jot them in a notebook and hope they’ll keep fresh till I’m ready for them.