We’re heading off on our travels this morning, to Paris and Tuscany, and will be on the road for over 3 weeks. My husband and I are each only taking a carry-on bag—a challenge!—but I’m always grateful for a light bag.
I hope to blog now and then, but that’s likely optimistic. I forget about how awkward it can be to type on French (or Italian!) keyboards.
In the last week, my entire concept of what novel I will be writing next has changed. I saw a way into the story of Athénaïs—just a brief image came to me, and it opened up. Will that be the next book though? I’d always thought so, but after finishing Mistress, I didn’t think I could write about her. (I was too angry.) Now, I’m not so sure.