Posted on | April 26, 2013 | Comments Off
My husband and I are remodeling a house, a 1920s bungalow just a few blocks from where we currently live. So lately my life–when I’m not working, writing, or toddler wrangling–consists of making decisions on plumbing fixtures and watching a lot of Rehab Addict. I’m finishing edits on my novel, Vintage, and working on my next book, which takes place in the vineyards of Spain. Sometimes, late at night, all of these various thought trains crash into one another, and I end up with a little something like this.