I got an email yesterday from Singapore, from an acquaintance who's there on business:
The weather is decidedly Asian tropical jungle. I have stood in the office watching the most incredible electrical storms I have ever had the pleasure to see roll in. Great wide expanses of dark rain clouds roll in on a fairly strict timetable, scattering forked lightning across the buildings beneath, and booming out like nothing I have heard before. The sound is like a metallic echo, something akin to the sound I imagine would be made by a large empty shipping container being dropped on the roof above.
Thank you, Beq. I love that imagery.
My editor wrote to say that she's very happy with the revised manuscript for The Red Tree. So there's another relief, and it looks as though everything's still on schedule for the August release date. Soon, I have to begin thinking about promoting it, about getting with my publicist, and I have to start thinking harder about the next novel. Not a lot of breathing room right now.
I've not left the house since February 18th. Which is really neither here nor there.
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