Marie and I are up so early to catch or flight to Missouri I’m not sure why we bothered to sleep. My seat is still warm from yesterday’s flight. Actually Marie didn’t sleep…much. But she’s conked out now. Below is a photo of what she looks like sleeping in her jet “nest.”
Worked on I,Q2 while flying halfway across the country.
One of the fun things that happens when you’re writing a novel is that as you’re flying along (as I’m literary doing right now) you realize that one of your characters can be turned into someone you know, or in this case someone I know about. I put them in the book, but they don’t know about it until they read the book or someone tells them.