So . . . we are 'home' now -- and instead of writing books about Montana, which I seemed to do a lot of while I was in Iowa, before I barely got my computer unpacked I got asked to write a book set in England!
I said yes, of course. That way I can justify going for research, right?
And I started writing -- or getting prepared to write. I set aside my long-suffering hero of O'Driscoll Heir, promising to come back to him when my new fling had had his Happily Ever After, and I allowed my life to be taken over by some other man named Jack.
It is now three and a half weeks into the broken wrist. Jack's book is still on page 3. But I've got some voice recognition software now, and I'm giving it a workout. We'll see how it goes.
In the meantime, the Cubs waited until we left the Midwest to win the World Series, which was quite wonderful (sorry, Cleveland). So I wallowed in baseball while waiting for the wrist to come around. It's still not quite there yet, so I'm not writing any more on this. Just wanted you to know I'm thinking of you all and wondering what curve balls life has thrown you lately.
On the plus side, the lovely talented Lee Hyat (she of the Tote Bags and Blogs blog, in fact) has done yet another superlative cover for one of my reprinted cowboys. You get to see it here first!