Whoa. Where did last week go? It just vanished. I didn't get any reading time, and I didn't visit your blogs.
I think the whole leap year thing throws me. Mentally, I believe I have an extra day. I don't, of course. It's an odd sort of day though and I do feel sorry for anyone born on February 29. It must be one of the worst days to have a birthday. I suppose you could choose whether to celebrate on the February 28 or March 1 but that's not really the point, is it? I imagine it's almost - but not quite - as bad as being born on December 25. Birthday celebrations on that day have some very stiff competition. So to all you babies out there born last Wednesday, you have my sympathy.
So where did my week go? I have been busy. No, really. Well, apart from Thursday when I was a woman wot lunches. Yes, I met up with fellow members of the Romantic Novelists' Association Northern Chapter and had a good old natter about books and writing. We meet at a lovely pub about 45 miles from here and the drive there set the tone for the day. It was glorious. The sun shone, snowdrops were everywhere - yes, it really felt as if spring had sprung.
Apart from that, I've been busy. Truly.
I've been painting too. The kitchen wall variety of painting, sadly, not the Rembrandt variety.
So a brand new week has rolled round and - fanfare here, please - I'm delighted to say that today is Publication Day. Yes, Silent Witness is available now for a device near you from Carina Press, Amazon UK, Amazon US, Barnes & Noble and - well, just anywhere that sells ebooks. Yippee!
In other good news, Dead Silent, the second in the Dylan Scott mystery series is now available in paperback (US only, I think) as part of Harlequin's Worldwide Mystery Library.
I should be celebrating publication day with champagne and chocolates, shouldn't I? Or maybe I should be whisked off to Paris for dinner. Hmm. The reality will probably be a cheese sandwich for lunch followed by a tramp across the Lancashire hills - i.e. walk through mud - with the dogs. The glamorous life of an author, eh?