How quickly the month advances. It must be autumn now–I made oatmeal this morning after shivering on the way to yoga class. The sun is shining, that slanted autumn light so welcome after days of mist and fog. Though I love walking in the mist–it feels private.

I’ve launched into a serious restructuring of the book previously known as The Hero’s Wife. I’ve found some underused characters, some intriguing subplots. I love close third person from multiple points of view–I enjoy exploring the contrasts among perspectives–each person sees her or his own reality. And I’m privy to all of them. This extensive revision does mean the book won’t appear next summer. Sorry! But I want Joan of Kent to have the book(s) she deserves.

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