A peremptory instruction finally had Alex grumblingly burn all his …ahh stuff onto a box full of discs. Apparently he’d been under the impression that the magic backup fairy in size seven and a half boots (again once more you should read me here) was going to wave his wand and it would all be solved. Not this time!
In the meantime, as a shameless self publicist, check out my Tudor frolic The Liberties of London. Download a sample. If you like it splurge that 99c and help support ‘indie’ authors so that we, the crafters and wordsmiths, can directly supply you the reader with the best fiction possible as soon as possible.
Still life with Myrtle