Tomorrow, the Spouse the Nine Year-Old and I will be headed to the Jersey Shore for a week. Posting here will be sporadic, at best. So–to keep you occupied while I am away, how’s about you let me know what you’d like to talk about here? Or not talk about (yes, I know I am obsessive about Clive. I can cut down, honestly I can! No. I can’t. I am too far gone).
In writing news, my agent sent out That Subtle Knot and expects to get feedback in a couple of weeks, give or take a few nail-biting hours. I am more than halfway done with the super-sexy novella, and On Bold Adventure (aka Richard Sharpe Settles Down, At Last)is burning a hole in my brain, so that will be September’s project.
I have no Life News, except to report that my mom–The Queen of Flakes–actually remembered to call me on my birthday, although she did not remember precisely how old I was. One step at a time, right?
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Please continue talking about Clive. In fact, perhaps you can pick one day a week just to talk about Clive, like Tuesday.
You can talk about what ever you want. I have no suggestions. I seem to be only interested on politics these days. Boring huh? Have a good week. Sleep.
Every Wednesday start a post using your best Chandler and encourage readers to respnd with a continuation of the story, to follow the following Wednesday. Maybe an-Anti Clive take now and then would be fun too, or is that heresy?