I'm still waiting for the final tax papers from my accountant, but I already KNOW that's going to be radical.
If it isn't one thing it's another.
Sent off the copy edit to New York yesterday, and this week I should be back to writing YA book 2 - just as well, since the next actual REAL advance that I am expecting, before the UK pub installment of "Embers of Heaven" which isn't due until September, is in fact YA book 2. Unless my agent comes back from Bologna and showers me with contracts, that is...
In other news, my garden is an explosion of colour and scent; the mints are starting to come up, the whole front yard smells of hyacinth, the tulips are about ready to pop and the dogwood's buds are looking interesting, and the lily of the valley is coming up. I wonder if my peonies are going to bloom this year. And I've been keeping a beady eye on the lilacs but I can't see any buds. Maybe that late frost really did put paid to blooms this year. Pity, if so. But the Rhododendron appears to have a couple of good-looking buds, and I hope that they don't (like last year) all turn out to be new leaves. I do love the fact that they are all growing nicely but I WOULD like to see a flower or two this season. Really.
And the sun is out. For the first time in months the sun has actually been out all day.
SOon we can go and sit on our deck and enjoy our cedars. Really soon.
