The novel continues to go swimmingly, hence the lack of time I am spending here on the blog. (Is that a sentence??) Anyway.

Over here, I am deep in the winter of 1916 in Manhattan and my main character just jilted her groom at the altar! And she's off to a little soiree at the great Nazimova's! (Does life get better than this??) (From British VOGUE, 1916)