This week, much like last week, has felt like one long Groundhog Day. By which I mean the excellent Bill Murray film where he wakes up and relives the same day over-and-over again. Not the actual Groundhog Day where a small town uses a cute medium-sized rodent as a weather-based oracle.   

Though I am regularly cuddling the cats for stress relief... So maybe I'm not as far away from weird furry creature dependance as I'd like to think.

But the writing is going well. Tristan and Katie are making me giggle, and I think I'm going to have this book to my editor in a timely-ish fashion. 

Timely-ish in the sense I'm probably not going to write her a third awkward email where I explain I've decided to move countries yet again and I'll need another three months to get the manuscript done... 😅 

With that in mind, I'm going to crawl back into my writer cave and keep at it!