The HAWKSPAR revision is flying. It is beautiful, it is flowing, it’s the story my heart has been aching to get back to and finally I’m here, and the act of burying myself in the story and digging deep is better than I thought it would be. I’ve made massive progress this morning. I took a few minutes to sneak away to crow, and now I’ll get back to work. But this is lovely stuff, like sprouting wings without warning and launching into a crisp, cold blue sky.
I’m dancing on air, just a little