Storm Rising – Very Useful

This year on Christmas Day, I walked along our beach to find it bathed in a strange bright light that shimmered eerily on the silver-grey sea.  A sure sign the local fishermen say that a storm is rising.  And it did; we had hours of howling gales, rain and highly-energised angry white-capped seas.

The perfect excuse to chomp my way through the Sachertorte, which had been carefully transported from Innsbruck, and fistfuls of sweets that had been hiding in the Advent Calendar waiting for their time.

Oh, and then there was the lovely gift of Grand Cru French wines to wash it all down.

Storms have their uses.

December is such a strange month as time seems to get compressed and the days race by as you try to fit in all those jobs that need to be done before the holidays start.

I didn’t quite make it this year – the Christmas cards are still waiting here on my desk to be written and dispatched.  Maybe I’ll make it before the Feast of the Epiphany.

And The Book?

As for the book, there is progress.  I’ve worked out the plot lines that bind the St. Angela’s blog pieces together in a fabric made of revenge, on several levels.  All the old familiar faces are there as they line up on either side of the main protagonists who are engaged in their Shakespearean struggle for supremacy.  And there’s more.  Another book, based on my research from years ago, is bubbling up.  It’s another hospital power struggle story, like St. Angela’s, but set a century earlier.  It seems that nothing much has changed: gang warfare, psychological fisticuffs, whispering campaigns, anonymous letters to the press, and a nasty court case…

Have a great New Year and come back next time for a progress check on the 

book(s)…