First frost here this morning. 30 degrees F, light frost on roofs and a little in the middle of the yard, thin ice on the high birdbath, but to my surprise the morning glories are still blooming. They should have a few more days, but that will be it - our usual Halloween snowstorm is due Tuesday or Wednesday.
I finally got a little writing done yesterday afternoon - only 175 words, including some editing, but it's a beginning. It will probably take me a while to get going again, since I had about a two months' break due to Oak Leaves and our Rocky Mountain Retreat, including writing a book review and creating a PowerPoint presentation for the Retreat on prehistoric rituals in British and Irish caves and passage tombs. The latter subject is actually quite pertinent for this book <grin>.
I also have to make sure place descriptions match those in The Fallen Stones, since Gwernin is going back to the North, along the same route but in a clockwise fashion this time. In the process he's meeting people we've seen before, and finding out what has happened with them in the last six years. Fráechán is traveling with the group, and we're hearing more about his experiences, too. And Gwernin's twelve year old son Ianto is developing unexpected talents. All in all, things are getting interesting.