Summer Slump

Did any of you ever go to summer school?  I took Home Ec. when I was about twelve, and then squeezed in my economics requirement in college during a torturous six weeks about which the only thing I can remember is that the teacher in the next room always had a pot of coffee going and didn't mind if I raided it.

I think I become brain dead in summer.  Something about the sunshine.  The long days.  The desire for everything to slow down a little.  This year, however, I'm trying to crank out a first draft of Book 3, so that languidness just can't happen.  But it is, with the blog.

I have no idea what to write about.  I'm going to keep up the Friday Five as best I can, because I love talking to other authors.  But other than that, my well is depleted.  So I'm taking the question to you:

What do you want to know?


Anything I haven't covered?  Details about GILT?  Tudor gossip?  My latest historical obsession?  Anything?  Let me know, and I'll pull myself up my my elastic summer bootstraps and see what I can do!