After the Masked Ball

I am taking a break between chapters, gentle reader. Not, of course, reading them but writing them. My latest iteration of what I call “the book” is nearing its end stage. Note that one doesn’t say completion, just finishing what is being attempted before emailing the thing off to an editor. Like Winchester’s widow, I can’t stop adding rooms. It’s great to speak of stages of life, because this supposes that there are more than one. In my current dissatisfied mood, this isn’t always Read more [...]