Detour
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 https://womeninthe1940s.com. If you like women’s fiction and history, please visit that site too.
I hope we cross paths some day.