YAWN

I stayed up late last night putting what I hope are the finishing touches on That Die. It goes in the mail later this morning. I hope it really is finished. The pub date is December 2, a date we will miss if it isn't finished. Later today I may celebrate by going to a driving range. I played my first game of golf a week ago Sunday. Despite being almost spectacularly bad at it, I really enjoyed myself. One big surprise: The hills. I've watched a lot of golf on television, and somehow the camera seems to flatten out the hills. After years of miniature golf, I can putt pretty well, but my driving is just terrible. If the ball went more than a dozen yards I cheered. When we came to a brook I took no chances but threw my ball across. But I want to go again. At dawn on a weekday, preferably, so no one can see again how bad I am.

That tag game:

What were you doing ten years ago?
I was working with Gail Frazer on the Dame Frevisse series. We wrote as Margaret Frazer. The original idea was mine, but her role got bigger and bigger until finally I just turned the whole thing over to her. She's done very, very well with it.

What are five things on your to-do list today?
1. Write this blog entry.
2. Pack up the book manuscript and take it to FedEx.
3. Go to the stitchers' meeting in my building and resume work on a needlepoint rooster.
4. Take a nap.
5. Attend my writers group (Creme de la Crime, God bless them!) this evening.

What would you do if you were a billionaire?
Never fly tourist class again. Hire a hatmaker to make a replica of the hat Camilla wore when she married Prince Charles, that one that looked like a sheaf of wheat. Travel.