Variety, as they say, is the spice of life. Photographed in Paris at the fantastical Galeries Lafayette food hall. Yum!
Photographed recently in Paris of the Musee d’Orsay. The clock reminds me quite happily of The Invention of Hugo Cabret, one of Thea’s favorite books.
Quick fly by this morning, since I’m eager to get down to increasing my NaNoWriMo word count*: In Art and Words publishing news, the iOS 8 update for the ever-popular Goddess Tarot app was just been approved by Apple. Huzzah!
More about the app: The Goddess Tarot app has been personally designed and adapted by me from the best-selling print edition of my deck. It is available in free Lite and paid Full versions, as well as for Android. The Full version (right) includes four inspiring readings, a journal to record your readings, and more.
If you already own the app on your iPhone, iPod or iPad, the iOS 8 update is a free download from your device. If you don’t, well, what are you waiting for? Learn more here.
Better yet, let’s do a giveaway: The first three people** to comment on this post will be given a code redeemable on the App Store for downloading the Full version of the app.
So, ready, set, comment. May the fastest fingers win!
ETA: The giveaway is now closed. That was fast! Congrats to those who won.
*Note NaNo word count widget in the sidebar. Accountability and all that.
**US residents only. Sorry!
Snippet Sunday is a monthly meme organized by Stephanie Dray in which historical authors post six sentence snippets of their novels. For the sake of organization, I’ve decided to post mine on the first Sunday of the month. You can read my previous snippets here.
November’s snippet is from the Next Novel, which is set in 1851 England. (This post offers more details.) This excerpt occurs early in the novel. My protagonist Robert has just been deposited in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night after traveling hours from London. To his dismay, no one is there to meet him.
The coachmen held out his hand for a tip just as Robert felt the first drop of rain hit his forehead. “I think I see someone coming this way.”
“You’re saying that because you want to be off before the rain arrives,” Robert said, forcing a tight smile to hide his unease.
But the coachman was right: someone was coming. Someone on foot. A distant slash of lightning revealed that he or she was cloaked in what appeared to be a black cape.