Out of Touch

So it seems that the sudden demise of my ancient computer is just a tip of the communications-nightmare iceberg here (those Titanic images just won't go away, will they?) Thanks to everyone who left comments here about my email issues: I checked my website yesterday and realised that it was down too. Apparently it's something to do with the server, so now I've let them know it should be sorted soon, (yeah, right!) but big apologies to anyone who emailed and hasn't had a response. For once it's not just because I'm a lazy old slacker!

Of course, the other reason for my lack of communication is that, in the aftermath of finishing the book I think I've just run out of words. My head is filled with echoing empty spaces where sentences should be. I'm guiltily aware that the deadline panic meant I didn't properly celebrate the release of Alejandro's book (At the Argentinean Billionaire's Bidding) with the usual contest and giveaways and background information and stuff. Is it all too late now? If there's anything anyone wants to know more about please shout up. In the meantime (and since I'm now actually boring myself with my extreme lack of anything worthwhile to say) let's just quietly contemplate Alejandro's gorgeousness, shall we...? (via the medium of his real life body double, Argentine polo ace Nacho Figueras)

Hmmm. That was nice. Think I might go and research my next hero now. He's South American. And Royal. And very naughty. Am sure I can just about rouse myself for that kind of challenge...

Vanished!

And it's all the fault of this man...
He's the hero of the book I'm currently racing to finish, an Argentine polo player called Alejandro. (Well, I guess he'd call himself Nacho Figueras. Whatever. I hope that in real life he's more accommodating than his fictional twin) He's actually been quite a joy to work with, but I wish that he'd just accept now that he's beaten and give in gracefully, since the book is currently about ten thousand words too long. He's that kind of guy.

Anyway, while I disappear again to wave my editorial scissors over his head (and other parts of his gorgeous anatomy) you can enjoy him here in the super-smooth Ralph Lauren ad. If anyone has any thoughts on what he intends to do with that trumpet, do share...