I was feeling like this poor little rose in my vase. Drooping, wilting, sorry for myself. It's been a miserable, dripping sort of day with slushy ice outside and try as I might all day, I've just been unable to get anything written. And as you all know, with the end of March my deadline, this is not a good state of affairs. I did all the usual displacement stuff: e-mails, overdue phone-calls, twitter, e-bay, other people's blogs, my own Stonewylde network - and I even popped very briefly into facebook. But I just couldn't get started on Shaman of Stonewylde, Chapter 7.