The bird hospital has been crazy busy this year. We have had in far more birds than last year already. I've had quite a few baldy babies to look after - and they are a 24/7 job. We've had lots of sadness and joy, lots of losses and quite a few birds who will have to remain with us for the rest of their lives. It's worth it but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't difficult.
I also decided that this year I was going to plant my own vegetable garden. I'm not sure where the idea came from, possibly an attempt to find some peace and beauty somewhere. It's been a success of sorts but in a very haphazard and chaotic way. Next year it might need a bit more forward planning and a lot more patience. I do have a habit of digging things up before they're quite ready just because I can't quite believe I've managed to grow them.
My writing has been in the rewrite stage. Heather, my ever patient Agent, has given me plenty of notes and ideas to work on. Writing can be therapeutic or completely soul destroying, sometimes both at the same time.
So... if I go quiet again know that I'm still out there somewhere, doing something like research, or planting, or rescuing a bird. I'm still planning for when everything changes and starts to go my way - for when I finally get the break I've been waiting for. I'm still here!