walking the Mean Streets of Medieval York
Once again I find myself agonizing over the first line of the new novel. I do this with each book, even though I know quite well that the first line will change and change again as I proceed. After 16 novels I know this… Continue Reading “Beginning”
Last week a friend with whom I’d lost contact called me, and as soon as I heard her voice, so familiar and welcome, the years fell away. We talked and talked, and my mood’s been buoyant ever since. We met 30 years ago in… Continue Reading “Female Friendships”