I am pleased to announce that I have finally made it to New Zealand after spending several longwinded months rowing single-handedly across the Pacific of my bedroom floor (see February update for explanation).

This has resulted in me sinking up to the gunwales in 80,000 watery words. These water-words are now riding at anchor on my editor’s desk awaiting further orders.

 This is the Russian freighter of rusty delights that conveyed me 15,000 miles to New Zealand.  This is the Russian freighter of rusty delights that conveyed me 15,000 miles to New Zealand.

This is the Russian freighter of rusty delights that conveyed me 15,000 miles to New Zealand.