No sooner did I mention the word hammock, than my editor pricked up her ears and went, “Ah ha! She’s loafing. Must do something about that.”
And she did. She sent me revisions and took herself off to Cornwall so I could get on with them.
That’s called adding insult to injury as far as I’m concerned. But they are sensible sane sorts of revisions that I could see will make the book better. So I’m thinking about how to accomplish them this week — and hopefully doing just that.
While I’m gone with my nose in the computer again, I thought I would share with you some of the pix I took in Cannes. I promised Donna Alward, on the Pink Heart blog comments today, that I would put up some photos so she could travel vicariously a bit (since I know exactly how tied down she’s feeling. Been there, done that.). I’ll save some of Cornwall and elsewhere
So, enjoy. Think of me slaving away. And if I don’t get back by Thanksgiving, have a blessed holiday with family and friends. And if you can’t be with them, carry them in your heart. That
works, too.
