Book-wise I’m at what my marathon-running children tell me is around the 20 mile marker, also known as Just Shoot Me Now. I’m about ten days off finishing first draft and still, somewhat worryingly, making major decisions. Yesterday I tossed a coin to see who would inherit the worm farm. So much for a carefully crafted plot. But I’m a great believer in coin-tossing. When you think you’re undecided it’s a very quick way of discovering what your true feelings are.

This novel, a sequel to The Future Homemakers of America, is still without a title. I want something that reflects the advanced ages of my principal characters. My editor wants something catchy and cheerful. My suggestion du jour is Days of Tonic Wine and Dentures. Just kidding.

I’m open to reader input. If someone comes up with an absolute cracker of a title I’ll even give them a credit.

Now on, on…..