Am I growling less? Nope. The state of the world and my latent allergy to stupidity are still making me growl (or even howl at the Moon) on a regular basis.
It's "just" that I'm not growling here because I started recycling my growls into plot bunnies: my Sci-Fi universe needs feeding, and I'm using our world in order to describe a planet as I dream ours were.
For example, you can bet that a certain veeeeeeeeeery recent referendum will prominently figure in one of my Sci-Fi universe novels. Honestly, I went to bed before the results of the Scottish and the EU referendums were announced, and I woke up to weirdness; I'm beginning to think that I shouldn't go to bed to keep an eye on what's going on when there's a big vote (yea, because my staying up could change anything - of course <- this is my Sarc font being firmly on).
As well, the publishing team and I (the infamous triumvirate) are working on registering more books - and I'm doing all that between spots of renovations. I'm knackered, but the muscles are nice.
I haven't forgotten my blog. I'm still the growly gal you read. I'm using the nuttiness of our planet to feed the plot bunnies (and right now, I've got a dictatorship that's going to be invaded by an army led by a fierce gal - it'll be fun... but not for everybody).
I'll wave and post as often as I can, and if you'd like not all the growls to become plot bunny food, say so... ^_~