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It’s evening here in the valley and the lights are coming on in the hills and the crickets are chirping. And here I am in my loft office overlooking the view. I’ve just finished the next Sharon McCone, LOOKING FOR YESTERDAY, due out this time next year. Strange, it seems as if I just finished CITY OF WHISPERS, now available in hardcover or—for those of you who have deserted us technophobes— as an e-book.
Actually, neither Bill nor I are technophobes any more. I’m writing this on my iMac. I fall to sleep to tunes on my iPod. No iPhone yet, but it’s on the horizon. We move with the times.
So does Sharon McCone. Right now I hear her voice in my ear:
“All right, you got me pretty wrought up in WHISPERS. What the hell are you gonna to do to me now?”
“You could’ve read the manuscript any time. You’re always here.”
“How d’you know that?”
“Because I can feel you. It’s as if you’re perching on my shoulder.”
“More like standing on your head.”
“It’s just as well you didn’t read the manuscript. I really put you through your paces this time.”
“In what way?”
“Let’s just say that a number of life-altering things happened to you.”
“Now you’re making me nervous.”
“Don’t be. Things are looking up for you in the end.”
“I don’t get shot again, do I?”
“No.”
“No explosions, plane crashes, stabbings?”
“None of those.”
“What, then?”
I just smile. Let her read the book when it comes out.
Wishing you very happy holidays. Back to you in the new year!
Marcia
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