This week saw me in Sydney for my consult with the surgeon who will be removing the freckle. He will be doing a flap repair procedure which will, when the bandages are removed and the skin has knitted, result in a Z-shaped scar. Yes, that's right: I am going to look like I tangled with Zorro and lost, and am therefore some detestable oppressor of the people.
The surgeon does not share my sense of humour.
I suppose I can forgive him this, if his hands prove steady.
After the consult, it was off to the headquarters of Allen & Unwin to meet a slew of lovely people and to chat about the edits of Bound, which will be landing on my desk soon and need to be sent back only a little bit after soon. Here's hoping there's not too many tricky fixes, eh?
Here's also to hoping a proper title for the manuscript surfaces during the edits!