Rob and I are heading back from the Rainforest Writer’s Village. It was a lovely retreat. I wrote 10,656 words while I was here and am now past the halfway mark with The Transfigured Lady. Woo!
For those of you reading along, I posted Chapter 12‘s draft
Here’s a tiny teaser.
Someone shook Walker’s shoulder. “Mr. Browning?”
He woke with a start, face pressed against the Eames’s kitchen table. Light from a shake-lamp bobbed across the table, paining his eyes. His whole right arm seemed nothing but pins and needles.
Miss Parker crouched in front of him. Worry creased her brow. “Are you all right?”
