I can think of at least one person whom will read this and declare with a cheerful chuckle, "Oh, good Lord! Shouldn't you be working on your next Savannah of Williamsburg book? Silly girl, you have way too much time on your hands." In fairness to this friend, she is unquestionably correct. Yet, I have been working, for weeks and weeks now, on rewrites to the ending of The Darlings of Orange County. (I erroneously thought it would be available by summer's end; I'm now hoping for a Christmas release.)

Previous endings have been missing a certain je ne sais quoi; now, I've got it! To quote Johnny Depp's Mort Rainey in Secret Window, "No bad writing, Chico"; more apropos, "You know, the only thing that matters is the ending. It's the most important part of the story, is the ending. And this one is very good. This one's perfect." ... if I do say so myself. Corn-on-the-cob, anyone? Nom, nom, nom!

Anyhoo, this post was hatched from a simple pre-tweet. Before I sent my pithy 140 along their cheery, binary way it occurred to me I wished to share so much more with she whom I follow. Silly? Peut-etre. Billable PDR number? Almost certainly. Instead of short and sweet, for we all know I am incapable of the condensed word, I proffer a wee villanelle to my favourite piece of jewelry and its Barbie-pink bombilated designer, the lovely Tarina Tarantino.