I’m working on Hellburner, and Heavy Time is in process.ย  I did the covers with Jane’s able help.

Get the picture: I’m looking like the risen dead, in my bathrobe, chasing this stupid heron who is shopping in the warm end of the pond—I go flying out the door, chase the persistent bird off (fortunately we have a 6′ circular floating shield which we hope has protected the koi from predation: it defeated the raccoon; we hope it did the heron.)

Well, but back to the picture. I’m walking over rough ice in my muffies, getting soaked, climbing up the rock steps to the pond edge with a cannister of coyote urine while trying to keep my robe out of the mud, and here comes my neighbor pulling into his back drive (a chain link fence separates us) and wanting to hold converse.ย  I am exhausted from the crunch with CC, freezing, my feet are wet, my robe-tail is in the mud, and I have a cannister of coyote urine in hand which I am trying not to shake into the fish pond…

There are moments that I just feel somewhat stressed….

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