Back in June around the time my personal life fell apart, I sent Gloaming Hill, retitled as The Gorgon for some reason to one of the top Lesbian Presses, to protect the innocent, I gave it the code name Press #1. Around the end of November I got the rejection letter. So instead of taking another  look at what could possibly be a good, publishable novel, I am plodding into a new one.

Being a teacher, I have obscenely long Winter holiday, and I’ve hardly done any writing. What I have done is a lot of baking and cooking, getting the house in order, drinking and hanging out with Janette. So I’m scrambling during the last days of my vay-cay, trying to reconnect with the characters and get back into this book.