I'm painting my toes for a research holiday, though writers never rest. The story's always percolating. Imagination is our drug. That, and the gallons of caffeen I consume. Ha!
I'm traveling to one of the oldest cities in North America, where the next Evelina is set. I can't say more or it will ruin the writing buzz. Okay, it's by water, after all she's a Water Witich.
I can't wait. But, anticipation is half the fun. Right?
Time to shake out my sparkly suit for the plunge.