Yeah, it's been quiet, but I've been busy. Ziggy offered to blog for me, but his spelling is worse than mine, and it's all about trees, and other things that he likes to pee on.
Polishing the novel, and getting deeper into my novella. Iron Temple is either going to be the best bit of Spec Fic I've ever written or the worst, but by the time it gets delivered to coeur de lion I swear I'll have sweated blood over it. At the moment, it has a star ship named after Matthew Flinder's cat, masturbation in space, and clockwork sex dolls (you have to be very careful with these, what with all the spinning toothed wheels), oh, and it's not at all kinky.