Puzzles

While Brian and the kids are downstairs working on a giant floor puzzle, I am upstairs working on a bit of a puzzle of my own. 

Here I am surrounded by some of the pieces.

I've got two marked up manuscripts.
I've got emails.
I've got binders.
I've got meeting notes.
I've got phone conversation notes.
I've got multiple documents with "thoughts for revision."
I've got hundreds of ideas swirling around in my head...
and I've got to put them all together.

Revision.

A bit of a puzzle? 

Yes, indeed. 

Too bad you can't see the girl behind the camera, pulling her hair out, trying to put it all together. 

Bright Young Things in a Dark Speakeasy

What could be more perfect than meeting in a modern day "speakeasy" (the front is a pie shop) to discuss The Great Gatsby?

Only going to said speakeasy dressed as bright young things and drinking pisco punch with a marvelous group of literary ladies.

Our book club really is the bee's knees.

                                                                         See! We really discussed the book too. 

And when the night came to an end, we left that place in style...

...each one of us a Zelda or a Daisy Buchanan until the stroke of midnight, when we returned to our homes and turned back into unassuming, bookish moms. 

Cheers, Darlings.