Right, so, consider this less an author's note and more a note left under a windscreen wiper or something: The gap between chapters lately isn't writer's block. But writing this keeps dragging me back to some of the more colourful corners of my past, which is not ideal, frankly. Occasionally I need to put it down and go lie on my kitchen floor for a while. Bit annoying, really. I guess this won't reach most of you, but old readers, new readers, people who added Soon, My Friend on a whim at 2am and haven't regretted it yet: you're all very lovely and I appreciate you more than is probably normal.
Just bear with me, please.
Anna x