Kage Baker: my unifying theme. She’ll stay that way, too, I think. It gives me a starting point for each day’s entry – and believe me, a writer needs a goad even more than a goal.
But this month is the home stretch to Hell. More and more posts will deal with the process of mortal transformation. They won’t be very clever, nor very amusing. I need to do this, though, to close off this worst year of my life properly.
However, Dear Readers, you might want to skip this until Imbolc. Or Candlemas. Or Lady’s Day. Or Groundhog Day, or whatever the heck you celebrate on February 2nd.
After all (Spoiler Alert!) Kage dies at the end.