Sorry about that, my powder sugar angel puppies, but I had to go to England for a couple of weeks for a wedding. Yes, I know, my life is so hard.

But I’m back, and still plugging away on Behind the Iron Cross, which now stands at 41,792 words and is pretty much heading into the final stretch. Now I’m starting to get into the nitty gritty backgrounds on some of the characters, and frankly I’m putting some of them through hell, which makes me feel a bit guilty (and I’m not even talking about Friedrich getting freaky with Kat and Sam). I’m one of those weird writers who wishes she never had to do anything bad to her characters, that they could live a life of perfect happiness. Unfortunately, perfect happiness is boring to read about, so I have to ovary up and throw the kitchen sink at them once in a while. Usually they find a way out of the issue.

Usually.

Anyhoo, I’m going to be completely insane and use the first book in my Olympic Cove series as my Nano novel (yes, I’ll be working on two books at the same time, plus my side job and getting stuck into the massive amount of gardening and cleaning that needs to be done around this place. Sleep, what means this word sleep?). Stay tuned — it’s going to be interesting.