Okay, so first to the Writing news:
I'm twelve hours away from sending two excerpts + synopsis to The Crime Writers Association (UK) Debut Dagger competition. Why 12 hours? My wireless internet is SO MUCH faster at 4AM, plus it's off-peak.
I'm reworking the full manuscript of "The Isthmus" at present, and will spend about one more week on that before I revisit the outlines of "Hells Bells" and "Black Kite" in the Max Murdoch series. Then it's STARTING the book proposal, and working on a 25-word and < 300-word pitch for both The Fatal Span and The Isthmus - got to get that "elevator pitch" going.
It's a blistering hot near 40C here at Nairne today, the second of three really hot days and I'm hoping NOT to hear the Country Fire Service truck sirens. The Summit is closed on Total Fire Bans (like today), but that won't stop me mentioning the fantastic number of butterflies - painted lady, common brown, and two others I don't know - that have amassed on the Summit (and local areas) in the last few weeks. They are AMAZING!
And the birds: a stubble quail and a bronze pigeon that scared the living daylights out of me when they took off, a bird that I think is an immature shrike thrush - but I'm not certain of this one as it seemed too big, a fantail in my face (gorgeous), an immature eastern spinebill feeding upside down on the correas (did I mention MtB has an astonishing display of rock correas?), and the usual gang of thornbills, wrens, yellow faced honeyeaters, babblers (a heap of fun), black-faced cuckoo shrike, yellow-tailed black cockatoos demolishing the banksia seed pods.