thankfully...

I’m back in Melbourne. Sydney might be a great place to visit, but I wouldn’t want to live there. It’s far too muggy for me to handle. I hate walking out of a building, and instantly feeling hot and sticky. Melbourne may get hot–often hotter than Sydney–but we don’t often get the high humidity. It’s more a dry heat in good old Melbourne town, which I can cope with better. But the food was good, the company even better, and we even had time leftover from committee duties to do some sightseeing :)

Writing wise, not much has been done. Not for lack of trying, mind. I’ve sat at the computer every day since returning home, and I just haven’t been able to type more than a few words. The story wasn’t working for me, and I had no idea why. Up until late last night, that is. It was then I realised that it wasn’t working because what I’d written just wasn’t logical given what had happened over the last two books. In many ways, Riley’s not the same person–she’s been hurt, emotionally as much as physically, and her carefree attitudes to many things would have at least taken a bit of a dive. She’d still be hurting, and that would change how she interacted with many people.

Once I figured that all out, it was a matter of changing the two offending scenes. Which I’ve now done, so hopefully tomorrow I’ll be able to do a decent amount of writing.