Aftershocks in Los Angeles, how about a tanker of coffee and a recap of the novel so far?

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The beginning…

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and some of the sexy bits…

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Now, my angels…

Not to be craven, or anything… But there are occasional ‘quakes in L.A., what with all the big egos and wait…is that another tremblor?

I thought Spielberg dropped his wallet! I thought my husband finally picked up his shoes! I thought George Clooney fell on bended knee to…oh, George, you shouldn’t have! From Cartier?

No? Still, it can be a wee bit disorienting and while one is sitting frozen and staring at the piano one remembers it would be a good idea to get away from the exterior walls and crouch next to the hulking thing in case the roof falls. That said…

I’m thinking of taking a few days off; a little quiet, a little marshaling of thought before the push to publish. The weblog may be dark, but I’ll still be lurking. Drop me a note and I’ll get back to you tout de suite — because, that’s my favorite thing about this whole Internet escapade, friends like you!