Eight weeks in and recovery is remarkably slow – but I was told to expect this. I reckon I have another couple of months at least until I’m recovered enough that it doesn’t annoy me. But my eye no longer hurts, and my tear duct has started working again, and there’s nothing more delightful than an eye that isn’t sore, and being able to walk around in the daylight even when you forget your sunglasses!
Still, in that time I’ve finished a draft of a book – more on that in the next few months, I guess – and am nearly finished a new Death Works story (more on that when it finds a home).
Other books are starting to take shape and vie for attention so I think this is going to be a productive year. One can hope anyway.
This is my favourite time of the year. The light’s changing, the morning’s are gorgeous, and I always seem to get so much more done. Winter’s coming which means camping and coats, more writing, and time curled up beneath blankets reading. Things don’t get much better than that.