I say it is very portable. It is less like a job I carry around the world and more like a kidnapper which springs me unawares and carts me off. Those of you who get the email updates are aware that Ethandune is being a very good fellow and breezing along like a dream. It helps that my husband is reading it as I go, which gives me incentive to write the next section. It came up so suddenly, I wonder if anyone takes it very seriously: I'm reluctant to spill all the beans, so I can only tell you that you should take it seriously, because this particular idea packs a splendidly large punch. That, too, makes me giddy while I work on it. Between my husband's enjoyment of it, my own enjoyment of it, and the fact that my favourite place to write is at the kitchen table where there is no internet to distract me, Ethandune's manuscript is growing at a steady rate. At some 39,000 words, I am rapidly nearing the size of an ordinary novel (not one of my monsters).
"It generally takes you an ordinary-sized novel to write your introduction."
"If you want someone to do a nice deep baritone for your male characters, you'll have to find someone other than me."