Buried In A Letter

What was I saying just the other day? That I couldn’t come up with a title for the new novel? Well, that was then.

It hit me yesterday. We never know from where our ideas come. The bulk of it is buried in this part of this letter from “Robert” to his father:

It took composing that top paragraph to get my mind moving…and that was that. But I’m not revealing the title just yet. Then I finished with the highlighted second part for an Instagram laugher.

You may have also noticed the new blog theme. I think it is easier on the eye and cleaner than the previous long-time one. (I love a “revolving header” feature and added new photographs to this one.) I felt it was time for a “spring freshen up” too.

As you may have seen as well, I continue to have no advertisers. Advertising certainly makes the world go ‘round. Naturally I hope people buy my books, so I’m not opposed to ads in principle. However, I want you, my visitor, here only for me, and not seeing third party ads. I suppose I’m a bit of a “jealous” sort at times, too. I want your undivided attention. 🙂

I’ve also, uh, updated my “privacy policy”… HA! Just kidding. How many GDPR emails like those have you been receiving in recent days? Yesterday, I had one from a Wiltshire furniture store where we’d bought a sofa years ago. My wife also had one from a hotel in Seattle where we’d stayed over ten years ago!

A rather “Seattle-like” Friday rainy morning here too just north of London…

[Photo by me, 2018.]

I snapped that pic at around 5:15 am. Had to have an extra-early start. Have a good day, and weekend, wherever you may be.

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Author: “Conventions: The Garden At Paris,” “Passports,” “Frontiers,” and “Distances.” British Airways frequent flier. Lover of the Catskill Mountains...and the 1700s. New novel of 1797-1805, "Tomorrow The Grace," due out in 2019.