Dear Readers,
As I write this it’s the first day of spring. The birds are outside my window chattering away. Yellow mustard flowers cascade down the hill across the street. In the garden below, purple bulbs are starting to bloom and orange poppies are reaching for the sun. There isn’t a cloud in the blue, blue sky.
I’m working away at the YA with hopes of having it finished (finished!) before summer hits so I have the time I need to write The Unsuitable Earl. I have the story all worked out, but no words on the page. They will come, they will come.
XXOO
Gina
