I’m gently sunburned, but turning a nice shade of brown. I was sitting here earlier with the dog, thinking about by best friend’s wedding next week. Will it be sunny? I truly hope so. But if it ain’t? Well, if is ain’t it ain’t. She’ll still be marrying a wonderful man, she’ll still be a beautiful bride, I’ll still be proud of her and trying not to ruin the makeup with tears of joy.
Working hard on book 7, entitled Blood money. It should be finished by the end of August as I have one third of it in the bag as I type. For some reason I work doubly hard when the weather is glorious. How odd is that? Then when BM is completed I plan to take my hiney off to the States for some research. I hate leaving my office, so that should be interesting.
Reading The Suspicions of Mr. Whicher at the moment and enjoying it immensely I am very surprised so many people didn’t ‘get’ the book. I thought it was excellent and Kate Summerscale really captured the startling starling-like flights of fancy of the Victorian public.
I am looking forward to speaking with Kate next week at the Abbey, there is an interesting conflation between her book and Val McDermid’s A Darker Domain that I would like to explore. I hope I can do both ladies justice. Until then, may the skies stay blue, may the wind be kind and may my darling daughter ease her way into the leaving cert with all the grace and attention she exhibits towards rock bands.