My Secret Writing Place

A beautiful day of small accomplishments. I uploaded a copy of Shards to Draft2Digital. (Yesterday, I completed the copyright registration for it. I felt like such a grownup doing that!) And I spent hours fussing over the banner for my Facebook author page, swapping out the image of my fantasy Provencal office for an image announcing the imminent release of Shards. Now, I just have to redo the paperback versions for Amazon (5.25”x8” format @ 12point) and do the paperback for Shards. And — no, I won’t be done. I need to work on the translations for those books. And I will — eventually.

For a while, I then worked on the short stories for After the Blue Hour. Still so much work to do there. Then I realized what I really needed to be doing: working on Midnight in Montmartre. Yes, there’s still Courtesy of a Dead Man and my beloved Murder Sings the Blues. There’s also The Quilt and Wisdom’s Daughter. All these manuscripts I’ve either carried around with me for years — and have come to me as ideas I just have to get out.

But Midnight has been waiting the longest.

I’m sitting here on the veranda of my secret writing place, struck by its beauty, and listening to Brian Culbertson’s Colors of Love. So grateful that I can be here. So very grateful … that we can all be here.