Just had a wonderfully creative evening, sitting at the kitchen table with Mrs RC. We were both working on our stories, occasionally fishing for suitable words.
I can see this becoming a regular thing this summer. Summer? Damn, I am really getting absorbed by my story, thinking it is now summer and not on the edge of a horrible winter!
This is where my character is right now...
Alone, armed with a poleaxe, wearing a dented WW2 German helmet and with 2 fingers missing due to being shot at by someone who thought he was a zombie.
OK, time to take the dogs for their evening stroll.