After one of the worst work weekends I can remember ...
And that includes 2 hurricanes one right after another, a flood, a freeze, and a tornado!
Exhausted, I wrote the first 770 revised words for
NO RESHOOTS FOR DEATH.
So few words to feel such pride right?
It is 1947,
A cursed train ride from Zurich to Vienna,
A resurrected spy reunited with her lost heart,
their love feeling like a fuse burning towards dynamite.
Here is the tune that ran through my head
while writing it.