So, having started the most recent novel idea something like four times, I may just have to concede it’s flawed and work on another. Not everything in one’s brain is going to win a trophy.
In the meantime, I’m clearing stacks of paper, research material and ephemera in quantities, rather large quantities, from the study. My tidy-minded husband may feel moved to award a trophy for these efforts. On the other hand, he may just appear with a further roll of bin bags.
In the, other meantime, I’m writing short stories. Wonderfully satisfying to craft a complete something.
Courting the Countess has possibly come to a library near you. If not, it’s available on amazon here.
Having bought it some time ago, I’m just starting to read Helen Forbes’ second Joe Galbraith novel, Madness Lies.
Why have I waited so long? (Research for City of Discoveries, ed.)
Okay, folks. Hope your own ideas are flourishing and not languishing.