I haven’t fully realized my self-promise to write all 12 episodes of the second season of Mrs. Carrington. But I’ve drafted 11! So that makes me quite happy. Plus, I’ve written two short plays and, if everything goes well, one will soon premiere in a Madrid venue. But I don’t want to jump ahead (further details soon) or steal the limelight from all you nanowriters who’ve poured fifty-odd thousand words on their keyboards, with all the strokes (hopefully keystrokes rather than heartstrokes) that that that means. I must congratulate my dear Günther, adhara, Imgrot and Rain Michael for their succesful efforts, though there is no better reward than the creature itself that they cradle in their trembling hands. They still have to raise her, yes, but the birth is done!
So where else are congratulations due? How did it go for you?