In which Silas crosses the desert.
...but I have got to page 98 in my editing of my Patagonia novel. I feel have 'got into' the book again now - and consequently am enjoying myself very much. My hero, Silas, has just managed to cross thirty miles of cold wind-swept desert.
I am mainly taking superfluous parts out, as my editor advised. Even though I have scarcely moved from this chair I am oddly exhausted.