I think that I will continue to cringe, which could be a good thing. Hear me out.

When I first wrote Death March, I thought it postable. Good enough at least for half a morning's work motivated by some friendly competition. And the idea behind it is still cute. I can see it as an The Office/ Fight of the Conchords style TV series.

It's not so much of a turd that I can't polish it.  So I've done a bit more of a proof read, tweaked some lines, and now it's part of my website. 

Here it is: Death March.  

Am I procrastinating on addressing some examiner comments for my thesis revisions?  Yes. Yes I am.

Reading through the last few blog entries feels like groundhog day.  Still having kids, still shackled to the PhD (though I'm up to revisions now!!!), still mired in work.  In the brief window while Child 1 is with the grannies for school holidays, I'm knocking off at 5pm to read and write - ah, bliss.

I'm reading through the Scholomance series by Naomi Novik again after the 3rd book came out on Tuesday, and I binge read through it in a night.  Unwise when you have a 5 week old Child 2, but so right.  There's nothing I can say about it that won't give the twists and turns away, other than I thoroughly enjoy these unexpected themes.  

Google Docs reminds me that I've edited my Goats Island/ Vert Glace story re-write in the past week.  Each time I dive into that world, I can taste the air, the endless expanse of glittering sky, and I can see the verdant world, even with my eyes open.  It's like taking my senses on holiday from this beachside town which I inhabit as it grows with alarming pace into a city.

The Tessa onramp is already on fictionpress, but I've tweaked it since then, and I am thinking of moving my stories just onto my website (I know, less foot traffic, but I use this website more like a writing shed anyway). 

Here it is: The Final Exam.