Last spring, HRH FaceTimed me, because she's nothing if not frugal. She was all, “Hey J- Spoh.” That’s what she calls me, “J-Spoh.” It’s kind of our thing.
And I’m all, “Hey Your Highness The Duchess of Cambridge, Countess of Strathearn and Lady Carrickfergus.” Or just D-Cam for short. Everyone else calls her Kate, but D-Cam, that’s kind of our thing.
“That’s great, D-Cam. Gettin' yourself that heir and spare, ay?”
“See, that’s why you are so clever naming your first book that.”
“I strive to be one of the sharper butter knives..."
She ignores my stab at humility. “Anyhow, I just wanted to give you a heads start on God & King while people watch my baby bump and honking episodes (that's throwing up for all you Yanks) with bated breath and flashbulbs. Besides, I need something to read when I’m nursing.”
And I'm all like, “Thanks, D-cam-cam. Actually, I'm already working on God & King because you liked Heirs & Spares so much. I’ve even written the last third of Crown & Thorns, the final book in the series. Just a happy accident that it corresponds with your rantum-scantum sched.”
“Well, I just can’t wait to read more about Troixden - or fake England - ha-ha! Your voice is so captivating, dialogue so witty and characters so full of life! I feel like the fate of my own marriage hinges on that of William and Annelore!”
"Wow, thanks Cam-a-lamma-cam-cam. I couldn't have said it better myself."