Yesterday was deeply suboptimal–I now have an injured ankle, courtesy of a dipshit who was staring at her phone instead of paying attention to the pram she was pushing, the child in the pram, or indeed any of her surroundings–but before it went cockeye I did get a snap of buttercups in the park. There was an industrial-grade mower working at the other end, so these fellows might be gone by now. But they were there, and I have proof.
Hell’s Acre is now finished for my subscribers–the ebooks will go out next week–and I am busy prepping for the next serial, which I will announce…hmmm, probably also next week? Perhaps? The schedule isn’t quite nailed down yet, there are so many moving parts. But I have a lot of shiny promo images, and I’m excited to be embarking on Something New once more.
Morning walkies are going to be a pain, since Boxnoggin is in one of his obstreperous moods. Still, even though I’m hobbling and wounded I have a large prefrontal cortex and opposable thumbs, so that’s got to count for something.
Have a lovely weekend, my friends. Treat yourselves kindly; remember to slow down and snap the ranunculi.