This past week I've been knee deep in research and loving every minute of it. Reading books, watching documentaries, reviewing my notes, ordering books, searching the Internet--I'm in writer paradise. The only obstacle is finding enough hours in the day. And the fact that I'm falling in love with a man who's been dead for over 60 years. Will this make my husband jealous?
If anyone finds the three hours a day I've been misplacing, could you please send them back?
WHAT I'M READING THIS WEEK: Dawn (K. Brooks) Stealing Heaven (E. Scott) Humming of Numbers (J. Sensel)