December was an okay month, given the usual silly season distractions that tend to drag on the writing. Nearly 9,500 words added to draft one of Diathesis, putting it within 25,000 or so of first final draft. So, in all, I’m happy with that.

Beyond which, for once, I’ve nothing to add except my hopes that 2025 brings you contentment, peace and fulfillment.

(But rest assured I’ll drag the soapbox out at the end of the month)