So, I'm out on the island, far from downtown in some sort of self imposed exile. At first I was terrified at the idea of not being able to stroll around the squares of Savannah with a cocktail and enjoy being in urban mode. But, to be truthful, I'm enjoying it so much more out here, far from the backlash that I've gotten from my new
book. The people out here are...normal. And I love them that way. Sunvisors, flip flops, and pick up trucks. There is a Publix, a Walmart, and a BBQ joint all within reach and that's really all anyone needs, isn't it? I have all ideas of finally moving out into the woods, nice little peace of land to grow food on, a cute little cottage and maybe some sheep for cheese and wool. I like it out here. I may never go back downtown again. It's not the same Savannah anyway. The new Savannah has become something of a theme park, paralyzed by the tourists and yankees that have decided its their stomping ground, and no true Georgian is allowed admittance. I'm still working on the crocheted table cloth from the 1940's pattern book and its getting bigger with each motif, starting to actually be big enough to cover a table. Now, another word on this new book. Dropped the price, thought it was too expensive in this economy. Lulu is offering a 15% discount on it until August to get it rolling. But, if there is anything else you think I should do (Like increase the preview for the book) then let me know. I'm your author, ready to do your bidding.
