Every year in November I’m reminded of how lucky I am to live in Israel. When did I ever get to see olives being pressed in Manhattan? When could I ever be part of a pomegranate festival on the Upper West Side? Albeit I miss Zabars, Fairway and most of all – Bloomingdales – but
And it’s gone! One more edit transferred into the waiting arms of Karine – my editor du jour. Actually, she’s much more than my editor du jour – she’s been my editor for three (3!) years. Yikes! I thought I’d be onto my third novel by now! I’ve learned a lot from this editing process.
Everything has changed in my life. And I know it because of my Pendaflex files.