i’m struggling. procrastinating. maybe i’m just out of practice. but when you write about the regency, tea is where it’s at. this photo all of a sudden gave me hope. hope that i can do this again. that the first time was not a fluke. that i can sell this book. and it can be a success. odd, isn’t it, how a photograph can do that? how a cup of tea, served with precision and ceremony, can overcome all that self-doubt that consumes authors?
give me a few hours, internet. and i will give you a love story for the ages. or, i will at least try.
