Driving to the state border on Wednesday night.
The twelfth anniversary of the Canberra bushfires.
Crazy week. Monday morning began with my ninety-two year old grandmother taking a tumble in the garden, going to hospital in an ambulance and staying there three nights. Now she’s back home and covered from head to toe in bandages. Also sporting a black and blue face!
So I’ve been across the border in New South Wales a lot this week.
I was introduced to a few new-to-me authors this week I’ll review soon. Historical fiction writers who write more realistic books.