Silent As The Grave

Which would be an awesome noir book with a mute heroine, only I’m not writing that*.

I’ve been quiet here, mostly because I haven’t had time to write fiction, much less talk about writing fiction. Le sigh. But things are easing up a smidge, and I spent money on myself (eyeliner, brow shadow, loose powder, nail polish**), which means I will now commence to feel guilty for same, and will try to reapply nose to grindstone.

And, oh yeah, I did a total New York thing and went to Aquavit, Marcus Samuelsson’s restaurant, and had an AYCE herring buffet. I never need to eat herring again.

I am heading to DC in just over a month for RWA’s National Conference, so I sure as hell better get some writing in. Ouch, my nose!

Thanks for hanging in with me, even if I’m being short-winded.

Megan
*Although there is already a book with that title, which I own, and haven’t read. Oops.
**OPI’s Metro Chic, which I’ve wanted for ages.

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