What's it been? Seven months? I had no idea, when I hastily shoved the bookcase across the door to my workroom so that the carpet fitters could get at the floor, that I wouldn't have the time or the energy to move it away again for that long. Just getting the kipple off it took the best part of a day.
But everything's still here--blank Age Seven book, now even more dusty, the other six failures awaiting disposal. I've forgotten nearly all of what I'd picked up, so it'll be a slog getting back to it, but sooner or later I'll have to give it a try.
Guild of Writers
