For those of you who have read the last two blogs, and wondered when the heck did this blog go politic, I apologize. Not about what I wrote, but just that if this blog is supposed to be a refuge from the crap out there, the last thing you want to read about is more politics. So, in that spirit . . .

I did eleven pages on Saturday morning. Yea! I'm sort of hitting a rhythm. Today I get to visit the hallway of mortality (the torture chamber for the Unseelie court). It should be interesting, and disturbing, and dangerous. But before that I have to see what the dead gardens have instore for Merry and her men. How do you get someone down from a tree that has decided to make him part of the tree? Very bad ju-ju to cut a faerie tree. So what, you use magic, but what kind? How do you persuade a tree to give up a part of itself? How do you talk to a tree? I always get such interesting problems in my books. I'm going to go try and figure it all out. Bye for now.