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!
Edward Lear by Miranda Miller
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