Current work: Modern Heat
Listening to: Satie
Reading: Jessica Hart, Under the Boss’s Mistletoe (enjoyed this one: Jessica writes warm, vibrant heroines, and I loved her bad boy grown up)
Apols for absence on Friday. Busy running errands and being dutiful daughter-in-law. (Would’ve been dutiful daughter, too, but when I spoke to the home they told me to stay away until I was completely clear of lurgy. Which is absolutely right – don’t want to spread this among vulnerable people - but frustrating, and I feel terrible that I’ve missed a week's visit.)
Anyway. The little voice inside my head on Friday told me why I’d stalled on the book and what the problem was. Yup, it was the huge info dump known as chapter one. Which meant that the hero wasn’t on the page for a whole chapter and didn’t meet the heroine for half a chapter after that.
You’d think that as this is my 42nd M&B, I’d know better, right?
So I was pleased with the little voice on Friday. And I duly threw out the whole of chapter one.
Saturday, the little voice said, ‘You’re going clothes-shopping with the kids. You do not need your camera.’ So what happens? I discover it’s the French market in the middle of Norwich. Rats. I could’ve taken pics as an aide-memoire, because I think a market is going to come into this book or the second in the duo. Ah well. (I was so good. I stayed away from the boulangerie stall. And the coffee stall. And I resisted the crêperie. I was marched past the cheese, which is probably just as well.)
Sunday was a quietish day. Just got rid of one lurgy, and – bam, here’s another. So ‘little voice’ is quite appropriate for me today. Squeaky AND husky at the same time… Sadly, it’s more risible than sexy. So today is back on honey and lemon and Strepsils.
But I do have some good news to share, tomorrow...