Where In The World Are You? September/ October 2019

Share a creative sentence working the title of your current book and its geographical setting into it.

Example:
Whilst in England, little touched my heart as much as The Golden Tresses of The Dead.

I am heading to Newfoundland to discover what happened on The Day The World Came To Town: 9/11 in Gander, Newfoundland.

I am in Arcadia, Under the Pendulum Sun.

I'm still in Caracas waiting to see who will win in Dona Ines vs. Oblivion. Seems like oblivion would be hard to beat. I did take a quick side trip to Malawi for some delightful soft magic.

I am in northern Canada on a canoe trip down The River where the journey seems likely to be rather more complex than anticipated.

Having gone back in time to London see a D&D player learn the proper use of the Power Word Kill spell, I have gone on to Cambridge University, where he is studying the applications of a Limited Wish.

In Japan to participate in a protest against brutality by The Memory Police.

I will be stationed in England, but flying all over Europe during WWII as part of Operation Columba: The Secret Pigeon Service

Now onto Cairo to hang out with The Automobile Club of Egypt. Motor on...

I am off to Florida, where I anticipate some hot & humid adventures!

Across the English moors and in the underbelly of London, I'm In Pursuit of the Proper Sinner.

Heading Inland to the Arizona Territory, I anticipate a taste of the wild west.

Off to trek across Germany to receive a national award. Hopefully, pride will not precede The Great Fall.

While hiking a trail in Iceland I became Snowblind!

I have been called to Australia to help search for The Lost Man.

I have now returned to Bavaria, where I think The Dark Monk is watching me.

I’ve been cruising the eastern seaboard with Outlaws of the Atlantic.

I'm back from the far North now that the terrifying Moon of the Crusted Snow is over (or even more worrying, is about to begin). Taking a break watching a squabble with The Woman Next Door in suburban Cape Town, an idyllic place if you ignore your privilege and the racist institutions it is built upon.

I've just been to La Mancha where, sad to say, I saw no windmills; all I found there was a court-ordered account book showing 1807-1809 outgoings for food from a bankrupt aristocratic family. I've been given a ticket to GDR of the 1950s so that I may read the next chapter of Food, Drink and Identity.

Leaving Germany for Michigan. If I find what I expect there, I will likely have to act on my professional Duty To Warn.

I just left Uruguay where this book made me want to sing like las Cantoras. An excellent book in so many ways that needs to be read by so many people. So good.

I’ve returned from New Zealand after finding my tiki, a Greenstone alive with the warmth of generations of Maori.

Off to Minnesota where I want to meet Virgil Wander and learn about small town living!

I'm in Cyprus with Chinonso, a Nigerian man who has been duped by a former classmate and yahoo boy who took his life savings, whose cry of anguish joins An Orchestra of Minorities who have been similarly abused by the rich and powerful.

I'm in Japan, living mostly in a Kitchen.

I'm in Ohio, in Newcomerstown, wondering what Ducks, Newburyport means...

Mostly I've been hanging out in Norway with King Harald, The Golden Wolf. A little tired after some raiding in the Orkney Islands and a side excursion to Iceland.

I'm actually in the Valley of the ancient peoples of Sarrestes, not far from Pompei and notorious volcano Vesuvius

I am returning once again to Iceland. I will have to hire a driver because I am terribly Night Blind.

Trying to decide if I want to main character to move back to Minneapolis or stay on the small Iowa farm in Harvest Season by Melanie Lageschulte

I have been on an island off the coast of Maine, where The Cruel Prince has become The Wicked King.

After visiting Harmont in Canada, to view the aftermath of an alien Roadside Picnic, I took a road trip through eighties America, listening to The Armageddon Rag.

In Stockholm, after a visit to Berlin, I am discovering Everything I Don't Remember.

It really is all about Me: Elton John Official Autobiography in England.

Quick detour to Japan for an impromptu wedding, only to find out that The Bridegroom Was A Dog. Who knew?

In the realm of Logris, I seek the solution to a mystery surrounding The Idylls of the Queen.

Then in America, I learn the limits of Southern Honor.

Back to England, to find the source of the Rivers of London.