Two days of headache and pain and wallowing in self misery seems like a poor reward for finally finishing The Ice Bear. But I found peace of heart and soul walking at Tom and Kath's through their beautiful young woods where clumps of snowdrops grow. I saw a heron, shoveler ducks and buzzards and their tiny black lambkins, just born.
( Also a great deal of peace of mind knowing that I have several things to invoice my publishers for).
The house is peaceful tonight with cats and dogs filling the sofas by the fire, and I am going to go and join them with the Robin Hobb manuscript which is technicaly work but feels mostly like pleasure.
Have fingers crossed that The Musicians Benevolent Fund may commision a couple of mug designs as well as the card this year.