Nothing else has changed - still looking for a house, still dealing with fibromyalgia, still deeply affected by unrelenting gray skies of winter BUT - my muse is back.
Don't know where she's been for two years, don't know why she popped up this week, but having a great time immersed in dirigibles, writing a steam-punk plot. Why should I be surprised? My favorite movies fall into or near this genre: The Golden Compass; League of Extraordinary Gentlemen; Lara Croft Tomb Raider and Lara Croft Cradle of Life; Sherlock Holmes etc.
Doing the research on dirigibles I find facts that are stranger than fiction. Who knew the Victorian Age was so scientific, so accomplished?