Jaffa Cakes? Had to look them up. I should recall them from growing up in NZ, but I guess we never bought any.
Writing-wise, I topped 12,000 words on a dystopian story set on the White Sea in Russia. It was sparked by an article on a remote village being buried by drifting sand, owing to damage to the seabed by huge trawlers and possibly climate change. I puzzled out where it’s going and how it’ll end, so I’m letting it rest.
Just started another that began in a dream, Monster’s Child, about the illegitimate daughter of a vicious dictator, now deposed and dead, who is trying to come to terms with her origins. Strange for me to get the title first off– it’s usually the last part.
It’s been warm and sunny here: furry catkins bursting out on the aspens and first buttercups in the river meadow. But there’s a snowstorm hovering.