My daughter and her family live in Charleston, on James Island. As you can see from the latest map above, they are in what Erin is calling “the zone of certainty,” and have been given orders to evacuate by noon today. They are still deciding whether to head to the panhandle (they have access to a family condo there) or come here to stay with us. A lot depends on the weather conditions along each route, and the traffic tie-ups with something like a million people being evacuated.
Needless to say, if they decide to come here, I’ll be away from the computer for several days, but I hope you’ll carry on without me. Those of you who are set up as contributors, please feel free to share any news or promos you’d like folks to see and pass along. I’ll be back as soon as Florence trundles off to DIE somewhere.
And btw, just as an added touch of irony, it was one year ago today that Irma was pounding Florida. At 10:00 last night, Mark and I held a memorial service for our old garage, which ceased to exist at that point in time.
Please keep everyone in Florence’s path in your thoughts and prayers. Hurricanes. Don’tcha just hate ’em? I know *I* do!
Over a week ago I admitted to being a writer, provided as evidence the reveal of a shiny new book cover that is to contain a collection of short fiction. The update is that I continued to struggle with formatting issues, in my ineptitude too ridiculous to discuss. Now I am somewhat less inept. I also found more editing and revising to do, the net result being further delay to completion of the publication of this collection. So still I wait.
The Write Stuff 