The first proper frost of the winter hit last night. Everything is covered in a thick coating of ice, and the street is filled with the sound of frustrated scrapping, as drivers try and clear their windshields.
I write outside. I find, surrounded by the coughing of birds and predatory snickering of spiders (I've been breeding them for size), that I get more done. So, it's a good thing that I've just hit publish on Book 4. If I had to do any actual writing today, even wrapped up in scarf and gloves (and have you tried to type in gloves? It's not easy), I'm not sure I'd get much done.
It can take up to forty-eight hours for the books to be reviewed and approved for distribution. I'll post up the links just as soon as I have them.