When I wrote a newspaper column, Window Over the Sink, I used to always end it that way. “Till Next Time,” waving when I typed it. I used to frown at it sometimes, wondering if it should be ‘Til Next Time, and occasionally an editor would change it to that. But I still used Till. I still waved when I typed it.
I’ve loved our time at the Café. I loved writing for Carina Press, too, which is how we all came together to begin with. We’ve watched the changes that have metamorphosed publishing, some of us gleefully and hopefully, some of us mumbling and cussing. We’ve learned from each other and about each other.
I’m going to miss the Café, but I’m everlastingly grateful to have been here.
I write for Harlequin Heartwarming now and hope that continues, but next up on my writing horizon is The Magic Stocking, my contribution to A Heartwarming Holiday, the third annual anthology that takes place in Christmas Town, Maine. The first two years’ offerings, Christmas, Actually and A Heartwarming Christmas are still available, too.
Till next time! (I’m waving.)