First things first:
My sister (in Jerusalem) is fine and I am grateful.
This is not a political blog, so you won't get much political ranting from me. (Not here, anyway.) I know, I know, it's really difficult to find that on the web.
So, you ask, what have I been doing since I haven't been blogging? I shall tell you.
Escapism, writing, living.
Escapism consisted of:
In Her Shoes, School of Rock, 1/2 of Sunset Boulevard, and none of Grizzly Man.
Jacqueline Winspear's Maisie Dobbs, Birds of a Feather, and James Ellroy's Clandestine. (As previously mentioned.) All three are quite good. 'Maisie Dobbs' is a new British sleuth - a young woman setting up her P.I. practice in the years after WWI. Very interesting, with some unexpected character traits.
I am at over 50 000 words and 218 pages. Hooray. Hooray-ish?
Two chapters to go. I may have said that before, but I keep adding chapters. These last two chapters are the most difficult. Maybe because if I finish, I have to start (ugh, cough cough, whine) REVISING. Blech.
As for living, well... news to watch, bills to pay, jobs to contemplate (heh), etc.
More soon. Hopefully a completed (and too-short-by-half) first draft!
Are you ready?! I didn't think so...