Why do Mondays follow great weekends? Here it is nearly noon and I'm still not up to full speed. Guess I had waay too much fun over the weekend. On Saturday we met with friends for one of our bi-annual luncheons. Just a group of pony friends who get together over food and no-holds-barred-natter about ponies and minis. Of course Sunday is spent recovering from Saturday and then it's Monday aaarrgh.
Work is slow on SUSPICION BECOMES HER. Think it's the summer heat that frying my brain and of course, Mondays are never great writing days for me. Gillian is clearer in my mind now. It's her soon-to-be deceased husband, Charles, who is giving me fits. He'd needs to die, but I'm struggling to come up with a logical reason to murder him (besides the fact that he's a jerk and Luc can't be fooling around with a married woman!). Sigh. Oh, muse, where art thou? Ta, Shirlee