DoctorDi has hit the road… the Darklings have arrived in Cottage Point for our latest writing retreat. Most of us are bleary-eyed wrecks this morning, having spent a sleepless night getting acquainted with the local fauna. Specifically, possums sacked Troy in the night. And then an orchestra of kookaburras became Roman town criers. And an avenging army of mosquitoes flew in, tearing us limb from limb. I am exhausted, but I’ll be coming to you *live* from Cottage Point for the coming week, starting Monday. We have Catherine’s birthday celebration at Cottage Point Inn today – a bit of a splurge but not something we ever normally get to do with each other – and then I think it’s on with the business of writing these books.
It’s a beautiful day here, absolutely perfect and still now the avian anarchists have taken their musical on tour. But they’ll be back. I know it. And wasn’t Darkling Jenny outraged to find three of us standing limp and grey in the kitchen commiserating and, yes, complaining about the noise.
“I can’t believe you’re complaining about birdsong!” she squawked. Rather bird-like herself, actually.
But sleep there was not.
We did have a great night catching up on all the exciting news, specifically JB’s new representation deal – her agent saying all the sorts of things that make writers swoon. It’s all pretty amazing. Potentially phenomenal, and certainly life-changing no matter what happens next. It’s just great.
So… I must get on with the purpose of our being here, but I shall return on Monday, blogging as usual but in these very unusual, shall we say brilliantly extraordinary circumstances. The Darklings are together again.