I took a little side trip of my own today. Sometimes if the weather’s nice and the tank is full, I’ll follow the GPS instead of the map. Usually the route is direct; unfortunately it’s not always paved. Here I’m waiting for my turn to cross a river without a bridge.
It’s been a year since “Wax” was published and I hit the road in my tin can camper. Posts about the book tour are archived here, and at www.womeninthe1940s.com. If you like women’s fiction and history, please visit that site too.
I hope we cross paths some day.