Lately I've been feeling a lot like that guy at the bar in Rick's Cafe Americain. "Waiting, waiting, waiting," he mutters, staring forlornly into his drink. "I never get out of this place. I die in Casablanca."
Okay, maybe it hasn't been quite that bad, waiting for my new book, Villa Mirabella, to be Read More
Okay, maybe it hasn't been quite that bad, waiting for my new book, Villa Mirabella, to be Read More