Inching

I've been inching (somewhat painfully) forward on rewrites for Sky Girl, which made me think of this - dear Danny Kaye singing to an inchworm in that rather odd movie Hans Christian Andersen -

Next week, however, it's goodbye to inching and hello to leaping like a gazelle or mountain goat, as I am having another wonderfully solitary writing week at Lesser Wearie studio.  Words will fly.