This was a free day–I slept in late and then visited one of my favorite shops in the Big City, a little nook called, “The Ink Pad”. As you might guess, this is a rubber stamp store, but there are other intriguing art supplies available there, too. Once I’d made my purchases, I taxied back to the hotel–the Westin, on Times Square–dumped the goodies out on my bed, and started playing.
Lovely, lovely flowers arrived from my agent, Irene Goodman, and from Harlequin, my publishers. I also bought a big bouquet of peonies at a corner market, along with a… Read More »