Just in case you started to wonder: I am still here. I still love my blog and all that (who) comes with it. It’s just that I am so preoccupied (read: obsessed) with the idea of finishing the book that I barely have time for anything else.

Even if my beloved MacBook (thank you for the most awesome Christmas present, Big M) is out of reach, I am scribbling down ideas and notes, eagerly waiting for little L’s bedtime to roll on. A cloud of words hovers constantly and low above my head. Words I like. Words I want to give a little bit of space. Words like these:

vague – dazzling – poignant – palpable – mesmerising – frisson – shimmy – toxic – sickening – demoralising – yuck – fond – WTF – furrowed –  bullocks – kiss – plume – smudge – pucker – …

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t dream of getting the book published. And that I didn’t find the whole prospect daunting, to say the least. But most of time, I manage to just enjoy myself and write on. If you’ll excuse me now…