And by “fishing” I mean “writing.”

I am almost done with the first draft of Tess in Boots (title subject to apocalyptic change without notice). I just need to make one last, frantic push. As a result, I’m going to be off the internets, probably until the end of next week.

I know you’ll miss me. You may imagine me riding my bike up Headache Hill during my off-hours, whistling “A Pretty Little Bonny Lass” and cackling to myself.

I’ll be back.