I still don’t remember what I was supposed to tell you guys, but it can’t be that important because someone would have sent me a reminder by now. I think.
The book progresses, but more slowly than I’m comfortable with. I thought I knew my heroine before I started writing, but she’s surprising me with each chapter. I’ll have to break up my momentum tomorrow evening to pack, and once I hit New York it’s going to be hard to find time to write. I love seeing people, but it’ll take me a bit to find my groove again if I’m not careful. So I guess I had better be careful.
Here’s a shot from the low side of the meadow. Some four-legged animal that was not a rabbit, smaller than a dog, and definitely not a deer had left tracks in the snow along the edge of the woods, but they led up to the frozen pond, and that was where I stopped.
