I’m about a week away from finishing the first draft of The Lighthouse, my thirteenth novel. (Some holiday weekend writing will be happening.) Then a bit of rewriting and off for a few rounds of editing. Yay!
This Facebook debacle has pretty much soured me where social media is concerned. I was never a huge fan, since I’m kind of a recluse. I made an effort because I liked being accessible to readers, but this has all been so creepy. I’m still on Facebook for a couple of writers’ groups I really value, but I doubt I’ll be posting much there anymore.
In 1994, I wrote a law school seminar paper called, “The Information Superhighway: Is Privacy the Toll?” This should tell you two things: (1) I’m a visionary; and (2) I’m old.
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This has been some winter, but we’re halfway there to The Lighthouse, I’m happy to share. Watch for it later this spring. A mist-shrouded lighthouse guides two souls home, where a chance at love waits—if they’ll take it. When her last living relative dies, Emily Cooke takes a sabbatical leave to take stock of her life. As she moves into her quaint beachfront rental, her new neighbor rumbles into the driveway next door on his…
As many times as I’ve visited the UK, I have yet to take the Caledonian Sleeper from London to the Scottish Highlands. But it’s on my list. Source: Scottish sleeper trains: Magical journey on rails | CNN Travel