It’s conference season here in writer-town and my own favourite, the Romance Writers of Australia conference is coming up in just a couple of weeks.
One of the great features of the conference (and for more details on why the group as a whole is fantastic, see this post) is that I will get to pitch a book to an editor who might like it.
But in order to take advantage of that opportunity, the book in question has to be finished. Since the one I want to pitch still needs some work, I am taking a few weeks off from blogging.
To all my regular readers (you know who you are and may your cotton socks and, indeed, all your apparel be abundantly blessed!) thank you for your patience while I abscond.
If you are new to my corner of the blogosphere, please feel free to stroll through the previous posts. There are links to the right, or you can just scroll down.
Alternatively, if you are a writer, you might like this post on showing not telling (and the follow ups, here and here) or this one on beta readers. Or if you fancy a discussion on what makes a man attractive, there’s this post or you could have some musical laughs here.
I will be back with a new writing post and a revamped posting schedule on Monday August 27.
In the meantime, I will still be on Twitter (https://twitter.com/Imelda_Evans) and will be updating my Facebook page, especially with news from the conference.
Thank you everyone for reading!
Bear with me. There is some sense in this reckless word-usage – I hope!
I’m fairly certain that the original coiner of that phrase didn’t have a patch of frosty grass in mind when he or she said it. But nonetheless, the phrase, or rather a twisting of it, came to my mind as I looked out over this patch this morning.
And now for something completely different…
The other day, I was hunting through some old photos on the computer for something and came across a digital bundle of shots I took on Rodeo Drive, LA, in the shop of the extraordinary 
Two Wednesdays ago, I mentioned that one of my works in progress is set in picturesque Portsea (that’s Portsea, Victoria, Australia, not Portsea, Portsmouth, England, just in case you were wondering).
