Apologies for my silence here, lately. There were complications of a pretty harsh sort toward the end of the Italy trip, then the journey home, then jetlag, then my deadline for Blood of Ambrose, more or less jumbled up on top of each other.
Now, at least, I’m home, typing on my beloved but ailing eMac. The jetlag is fading–and I miss it a little, because it’s one of the few things (apart from some sort of narcotic) which enable me to sleep eight hours a night. However, like a narcotic, it has tendency to screw with the clarity of my speech and thought, so I’m probably better off without it. Probably.
Also, I just sent the final text of Blood of Ambrose off to my editor. As synchronicity would have it, Thelonious Monk’s version of “Nice Work If You Can Get It” was playing on iTunes as I hit the “send” button. (But maybe “Don’t Quit Your Day-Job” is the phrase I should be keeping in mind.)
And now off for a celebratory chili dog.