It’s like 19th century London in this city, but cleaner. 🙂 My mother reports catching a glimpse of the hem of a black cloak vanishing around the corner. (We are a fanciful bunch in my family.)
My sister Sally commented on the Lincoln blog–she said she could picture old Abe and Dad shooting the breeze and maybe swapping hats. (I told you we were fanciful.) Dad always wore a straw cowboy hat, and of course Abe had his stovepipe. The resulting image says it all. 🙂
I’m working very hard these days, being on the homestretch with “Austin”. As always, it is bittersweet–finishing a book is definitely cause for celebration. I’ve become very attached to all these characters, though, and once the hands on stuff is done, things are never the same. It’s like when your children go out into the world, and have families of their own, and do all the things you raised them to do.
But still.
“Tate” is still selling like crazy out there. I couldn’t be more thrilled. Once again, thank you.
On the art front, I received the new issue of “Somerset Studio” in the mail yesterday. What a treasure. If you’ve never seen SS, flip through it next time you’re at the news stand. It’s wonderful.
And that’s the news from Linda’s kitchen table.
