I can't believe it's been so long since I've blogged. I have no excuses other than sheer laziness. I will have edits soon on Blackbird, my newest release, release date to be announced.
Not much on the agenda. We were going to go see the movie Ted, but...I don't know. The more I read about it online the more I think it might be a movie just to rent. So what I'd love to get done today besides some writing, is painting the window trim on the porch, but the skies look pretty gloomy, and I can't paint if it rains....so waiting.
Luna is obsessed with golf balls. She started rolling a stray golf ball around the house a few days ago. Now she somehow feels that this golf ball is hers and hers alone. She will cuff and spit at the other cats if they get near her golf ball.
Yesterday she took to sitting on her golf ball. She sits on it all day. Is she trying to hatch said golf ball? If so what does she think is inside? Or does she feel that she's somehow tapping into her inner Tiger Woods?
I recently hurt my knee. I slipped on wet grass and had to
be taken to the emergency room. Yesterday I had an MRI and next Monday they’ll
tell me my fate on whether I have torn a ligament and what can be done about
Pain has taught me self discipline. That I have to live with
less than perfectly tidied up house until my husband can get to it. I could nag
him about the dishes not being put away but really what harm is it to leave
them in the drainer for awhile? It’s not like they’re going anywhere.
Self discipline leads to patience. I can’t get off these crutches
overnight. In fact, I have a feeling we’ll be close friends for quite some
time. I can’t help that it takes me twice as long to get to my desk. And I can’t
drive somewhere at a whim (which saves me mileage, gas, and possible credit
I’m thankful that I can still work. I didn’t injure my
hands. I can still use a keyboard.
So I’m patient, grateful, and I’m saving money. Oh the joys
of knee pain!
A spy for the British, Cat Sterling is used to living dangerously.
Despite having a bounty on her head, she never expects to be shot in the
line of duty and left for dead.
Angus French had enough
problems without finding a near-dead woman on his property. A
Revolution was coming, and British sympathizers have just burned down
his tavern. The last thing he needs is to have the colonists catch him
housing a British spy.
The price on Cat’s head will more than
pay for the damage done to his business. He never expects Cat to see
him as a real man. And he never expects to learn that Cat has a few
secrets of her own…
I wrote this one awhile ago and had a ton of fun working on it. It was never really a book I marketed very much because at the time I wrote it I was knee deep between two other writing projects, so I kind of just put it aside and forgot about it. However, it was a fast track book, and I love it so much that I'd thought I'd put it up for free. You can down…