I’m in Amsterdam this week, and no, I don’t want to get an I-phone and learn how to blog from anywhere in the world.
On the off-chance that you’re missing me, I thought I’d post a picture of my distraction, the reason the book isn’t quite finished yet, the reason my headspace for plot has been filled with hay. What can I say? I write about love, and it sneaks up and sits on my shoulder. Metaphorically speaking, of course.