Writing? What writing?

I’ve been injured and out of action for four weeks now.  And in that time I should have almost finished The Shifu Cloth. In fact I have 30,000 words to go and another six weeks of rehab.  Finishing is a possibility if I dedicate myself.  But the silence from London over Glass Flowers/Paperweights is hardly conducive to me finishing a further novel.  I believe there is a summer holiday-break in the UK and London business has almost shut up shop, and it is a soothing thought.