I’ve come into this new year not so much with a fragile hope that 2021 will be better than 2020, but with the firm assurance that I have much to be grateful for. I can list them in pairs: Faith and Hope; health and fitness for Beloved and I, food and shelter, music and art… But very high on my list is work that I love. It structures my day, it gives me a vision of the future (and in my case a vision of the past where my characters live), and it gives me a way to celebrate the things I cherish—love, family, children, and above all romance.
This week I’m polishing my very rough draft for The Price of Glory. I take steamer to Egypt, sail the Nile to Nubia, vanquish bad guys, and even take part in a public health vaccination program (smallpox not covid) at the side of a handsome young hero and a slightly older, more worldly, and very capable woman. It is Indiana Jones meets Amelia Peabody in a stew all its own. How lucky is that. Yes. I’m grateful.