This is my equivalent of looking for those girls in the Jungian basement — a trip into the dark snowy woods. I was thinking I should have brought my headlamp, I could barely see beyond my ski tips. But out from the darkness, a giant owl swooped at me, bringing a primal flutter of fear with the soft beat of its wings. It stilled my…

No comment on form, please! But this is where I’ll be for the next week or two … out of the ‘office’ and ski-ming. Plotting. On the hills, on the trails. With the skis and the snowshoes. Getting in touch with those girls in the basement.

I’ve been looking forward to stepping back from the computer for a few days. I have…

Well, the snow fairies came in the night. Not so much the book-finishing fairies. Better get on that myself, eh?

Friday is when I hand in my first TRUE NORTH book — then I can play on the trails. Lots more than I have been able to this past month. May the snow be thick!