Sunday Sentence.

The despair in books was a distant, safe thing. She’d thought she understood the depth of the emotion as she read through the pages of her beloved books, her life touching those of men and women long dead. She’d felt for them, cried for them, tried to breathe for them when they no longer breathed. And then, she’d been able to close the book and place it on its shelf, the words trapped between the leather covers.  ~ My Lady Jane, Cynthia Hand, Brodi Ashton, and Jodi Meadows
I sincerely enjoyed this book.  For anyone in the market for something wonderfully creative, I highly recommend the novel.

Week by numbers.

It’s not every week we experience a penultimate day of being a certain age…  Yes, that’s my complicated way of saying tomorrow is my birthday.

  • 36, years and…
  • 364, days.  (Although last year was a leap year, so does that mean 36 got an extra day?  Anyway, overall, I would call 36 a win.  There was good and bad, but overall, new friends, new books, and lots of travel — I can’t ask for anything more).
  • 37, age I’ll be as of Friday.  (Somehow 37 sounds infinitely older than 36, I’m not quite sure why).
  • 92, pages, currently of The Queen of England #3 rough draft.
  • 31,626, words, meaning I’m just under the halfway mark.  This is a bit concerning because I have a lot going on already and am trying to figure out how much more I can throw in the Queen’s path before the end…
  • 1, trip I’ve now booked for Rome in May.
  • 1, trip to the Maldives I’m hoping for in April…
  • 1, trip to Manila for the Madrid Food Conference I’m also hoping for in April.
  • 1, reading slump I am in.  Someone save me!
  • #22, restaurant in the world I am going to eat at tonight.

Week by numbers.

One of those weeks where I feel like I did everything and nothing…

  • 23,048 number of words for The Queen of England 3: Rogue Nation (working title that I don’t particularly care for).  I debated what to work on (The Queen of England #1 is more or less done, except I keep fiddling with parts of it because it doesn’t feel 100% complete, and the Queen #2’s first draft is also complete, so I kind of needed to work on something…)
  • 1, number of Top 5 chefs in the world I met this week (now I just need to watch his episode of Chef’s Table).
  • 1, boat show attended (well, really just the VIP section with free warm prosecco).
  • 6, days in a row I’ve logged with MyFitnessPal (it was well past time to get serious about knocking off a few kgs).
  • 15, days until I turn…
  • 37, years of age (by the way, that sounds crazy old to me).

Off to Fujairah tomorrow while Hubs finished his next diving certificate.  I’m ready for a chill, but am still epically behind on reviews from Bangkok, so I think it will be a matter of blogging from bed.


Go home, Pronoun, you’re drunk.

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So, in my never-ending quest to promote and involve my books in various places, I signed up for Pronoun.  The service tracks the rise of your books and the rank within your dedicated categories (something I really haven’t given additional thought to).  In this instance, while I understand the service is trying to be helpful by suggesting alternate categories, the results gave me a reason to laugh.