It's been quiet, eerily so perhaps, but all is going forward - just at a much slower pace than I would have liked. Outside forces seem to be determined to intrude on my small, internal world, but no matter, the Invisible City absorbs them all and remains itself, inviolate and eternal.
Unchanging - if constant change itself is a sort of static state, indurate, and lasting. I do wonder at what point editing becomes simply rewriting the entire book?
There has been a lot of chatter on the various blogs I frequent and on that most transient of mediums, Twitter, but I've not had the time to be pulled into commenting here (or there) on the topics of the moment. Criticism, the future of publishing, ebooks, and more - but for now I must keep my eye on the smoky distant horizon.
It draws closer. And is almost here.