With the contracts signed and received, I am now awaiting an actual payment for something I made up in my head and pounded out onto a computer screen. That somehow seems magical to me. My dreams aren't vast. I'm not curing cancer, but creating characters who've become friends (though I am rather cruel to them in my stories), and sharing them with others is a large enough dream for me.
What is your dream? What's standing in your way?
Then get a crowbar, and move it!
The game's afoot!
Below is the route of the Diamond Jubilee procession in June 22, 1897. In my current writing I am four days from the ceremony. My assassin is dodging the police and a vengeful father, and Margaret is engaged to marry the Special Branch Inspector leading the hunt for my killer. Having fun!