Heh. You may well be right. I find I do tend to be the sideways Janus-face of a lot of peoples' perspectives in this life.
In other news, I love my editor. I love love love her. She turns 86 years momentarily, I sent her ginger cake (which I know she adores) and didn't hear a peep. Since she comes from a generation that prizes good manners highly, I was worried sick. So I pinged her, asking if she got cake, and mentioning the good Publishers Weekly review.
I got this in my email:
I came in to the office after having been working from home for over a week and found the ginger cake. And now can't wait to get home and eat it. Do you think I am sharing it here with my colleagues? Think again.
That's a lovely review, and they found someone who knows an excellent book when he/she sees it!
Love my editor, I do.
Connie, are you enjoying FFoSM at all? Hopefully you are, since it was meant as a cheer-you-up prezzie.
At odd moments I think, "Hmm, they're in that pub discussing financial matters, it wouldn't hurt if I just picked it up and--stop it! Must work!"
Then I come here and waste time.
edit: ie, yes, I'm quite enjoying it.
Oh, good! It's doing its job. Always a good thing.
(oh, and psssst, interesting scary things start happening right after the pub and the money....)
Yeah. Need to just plunge in and trust.ETA: Stanley. :)
Yep. Literally, within a paragraph or nine of the pub thing. Ringan, alone in the theatre.
First true look at the Bellefield ghost's, um, issues.
It's weird, I keep getting hung up on the fact that I know the historical references and want to get on with the story, but you need to explain the references to folks who may never have thought about the 14th century before. Historical fiction can be a trial for an SCAer: "I know about Tyburn, darn it, get on with what he's found out already!"
Deb is the spoiler source for her own story. Heh.
I don't know if I'm justified, but I'm feeling sorry for the ghost.
