Another day of travel, another 2000+ words added to Book III. Maybe I should live on the train? No, not really. But it focuses my mind something wonderful–no phone, no interruptions (well, meals and such but nothing else) and the words come. Scenery, too. And interesting people when I do come up for air. (Little do they know, the writer is watching…and listening…bwah-hah-hah-hah!)
Tomorrow I go get my badge & stuff, and then dinner with Editor tomorrow evening, and then…the fun begins.
Tired now, though, and headed for the sack.
Although the wicked writer has to have her fun…with a mystery question:
Did (not to be revealed yet)’s father send that wedding dress or was it someone else, and was it meddled with in a way that could cause trouble…?