Speaking of everyday mayhem…as promised, I have been chipping away at Miss Fitz 3 over the summer. I’ve had another major project going on: selling our home. As of this writing, we have an offer accepted on a house in Bloomington, Indiana (the college town adjacent to beautiful rural Brown County), but we’re dropping everything else in life to clear out of the Treehouse every five minutes for a real estate showing. I’m frazzled AF, my cats don’t particularly enjoy being loaded into my minivan, and my house has never BEEN so clean! I even cleaned my miniature cauldron (which I hide before showings, as to not frighten away the “normies.”) Consequently, I do not yet know the release date for MF3, but I also don’t know when I’m moving, so…
Upon reflection, I’m thinking of this third book in the series as roasting in a slow-cooker…perhaps not unlike Miss Fitz’s dream Thanksgiving Turkey (her obsession in book 3 as of this draft). You ever just crave a satisfying Thanksgiving meal, complete with all the trimmings and your nearest and dearest close by? My heart lifts at the thought of it. I can just smell the cranberry relish and the gravy on the turkey. Miss Fitz is right there with us, looking forward to having her family around the table. If only people would stop trying to dump all these mysteries in her lap!
I’d still like to have MF3 available before Thanksgiving, but this bird needs time to slow roast. And I may be packing/unpacking/firing my realtor. Who knows. Stay tuned.