In the process of working on my web site, my designer and I continually found the same problem: whatever page we were on, whenever we clicked on HOME--either the button or the link at the bottom of the page--we'd get a "this page not found" notification.
The problem is fixed now, but at the time I kept thinking that, in more ways than one, you really can't "go home again."
My site is finally done, my tour schedule for DEAD AIR is set, and I'm eager to return to writing WAYWARD SON, the next Jessie Drake mystery. I feel somewhat disconnected, though, and a little nervous, having been away (physically, in Israel for two weeks; mentally, with the construction of this site and the promotional plans for DEAD AIR).
I could procrastinate--I have notes from my Israel trip to type up while they still make sense to me (I visited the Jerusalem crime lab and attended a forensic archaeological tour at the Rockefeller Museum--both fonts of fascinating information that I hope to use in a future mystery, when Jessie goes to Israel). And I can spend much of the day checking my email, an activity that has become addictive. My husband warned me this would happen, and wants me to promise not to check my electronic messages more than three times a day.
I told him I'll try. . .
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