I often refer to Annabel Lee as a collection of leaks in the shape of a boat, and a boat, by definition, is a hole in the water into which you throw money. So cutting large holes into that already leaky hole might be viewed as a questionable action, but that’s what we’ve gone and done.
I have emails to return, mountains of writing ahead, and a cabin full of itchiness. This is just the start, but as which so much else in my life at the moment, there’s no turning back now.
Right now, I’m turning in. Much to do tomorrow. Too tired to think tonight.
Update: In case you’re wondering how we’ll close this big hole, that’s why we built this…