So I haven't written a word of my novel since my cat died on 18 November.
That kinda screwed up nano.

Today I felt the urge to get back to it. Probably because I have 1001 other things to do. It's just that I would like closure on this somehow. And I've been listening to some really nice fantasy books which I find very inspiring.

Unfortunately, when I look at Redemption, it looks like so much crap.

Do I really have the Raconteur in me or should I stick to making chow mein?

Chapter 1 needs a complete rewrite, nobody feels close enough to the heroine to care about her feelings.

I sort of wonder whether I shouldn't write the Celtic Curse first, the story that led to this one.

Sigh.

Grey days makes for grey thoughts, maybe.