Raspberry comfort and a death row darling

Two weeks till due date today, and the bed just isn't comfortable anymore. Much better to savour some quiet early morning moments, just me, a bowl of cereal with fresh raspberries and milk, and The Owl Waltz on the stereo.

I've actually been writing a little this past week, no new stuff, just tucking in threads and getting rid of tails where they are not wanted. I must say I am encouraged by most of it, quite a few of the chapters are not bad at all. But then there is Trasher, Søplehue, who once more enters the stage as a big questionmark. I don't know what he's up to, or if he should even be there at all. But so many of the story threads are tied to him that removing him would be like ripping out the center piece of a quilt. I wonder.

Well, it's not a job for now, anyway. Maybe a future editor will help me see the light. But for now, the story can rest comfortably, all tucked and tied, until Ville lets me at it again.