Gleaner

She's too busy to blog. Oh, poor her. I can't see what she's so busy about. A bit of pottering about, then everything stopped because a Russian version of one of her books came in, so she had to look at the pictures because she can't read a word of it. What, you might ask, is the point of writing a book if you can't read it? On Mistmantle we don't have books. We don't need them. We can remember our stories without writing them down, thank you. But if we did have books, Lady Aspen would have written wonderful ones - much better than hers - and done all the pictures herself.

Oh, and then she put her claw mark on a contract, twiddled about with a new story, got nowhere with it (not surprised) and went off to do the church after school club. After school club means a lot of very silly games, feeding the little monsters, telling stories (she can just about manage those ones without the book) and something they call craft, which usually means she comes home with paint on her paws and glue in her hair. Then off she went to write another stupid story. Oh, and now, (when she's washed the glue out of her hair) she's going to knit a camel.

Nobody has bothered to tell me what a camel is. But Lady Aspen would have knitted a a perfect one, and looked abolutely beautiful in it.