Monday, September 24, 2012


Had a great lunch reading the latest RWR today.  I'm thinking of taking an online class about sexual tension.  I forget the chapter that's offering it. 

This weekend is our wedding anniversary.  Hubby surprised me with a brand new website he's building for me.  I can't wait.  It's going to be awesome. 

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Fall and a healthier you

Fall is officially here . I always look forward to the season, except when the temperatures actually begin to drop.  It’s 43 degrees F this morning and already I think it’s too cold.  Last night, we fired up the furnace for the first time in months.  Friday night hubby came home with local picked apples.  Everyone claimed apples would be so poor this year because of the last snows this spring and drought this summer, but these were really good.

Which leads me to my goal of eating healthier. I need to change my eating and exercise habits.  It’s hard because there isn’t really any place decent to walk and it will be dark after work soon (I’m not a morning exerciser.)  Not that I’m making excuses.  Well…I suppose I am, but I’m also trying to be realistic.  Exercising at home is one of the most motivationally challenging aspects of sticking to an workout plan.  There are so many other things we could be doing at home, like flopping in the couch in front of the TV.  Sometimes it’s just…well, hard. 
So today I’m going to try to eat less and make better choices.  I had an apple already, and I’ve made a cup of decaff coffee.  (Just trying to cut down on caffeine a little as well.)
I’m off to do some writing.  Happy Sunday!

Friday, September 21, 2012

Four Winds excerpt

July, 1757

     Cade broke into a hard run.  
     Kid-skinned boots pounded the forest floor as she weaved between pine and birch, pushed through brush thick enough to swallow a child whole. 
     Panic tripped reflexes, stretched muscle, drove beyond limits.  Briars grabbed her clothes, ripped her face, but she felt no pain.  Felt nothing but blood pounding in her ears, breath burning her lungs.
     Cade had taken chances she could not afford.  She had known the risks going into this.  All for nothing now, and now she was done in.
     Bolting through a sea of knee-high ferns, she leapt over a rotted log, landed in a stream and soaked her breeches clean through.  She skidded over moss-covered rock, hurried up the opposite bank, and cut around a wall of yellow birch.
     The approaching sound of Wood Creek took her in the direction she hoped was south.  To get lost out here was death, not that it should even matter now.  It should not, yet strangely, unforgivably, death no longer seemed a viable solution. 
     For over a year, it had been the symbol of sweet relief, an end to unjustified suffering.  Now the possibility of death brought a stubborn will to live, an inexcusable mask over her immediate fear.
     Had she lost him?
     Blackflies clouded around her face.  What seemed like a mile passed before she allowed herself to stop and listen.  Her breath escaped her as heavy as a plow horse’s, yet she heard nothing else.  No birds, no wind.  No sign of him.
     Sweat dripped into her eyes and stung the scratches on her face, but she did not move.  She did not dare.
     She waited, watched.  Nightfall clawed at the forest; dancing shadows which promised only fear. 

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Saturday, September 15, 2012

Sunday, September 9, 2012

What to blog about?

 I have so much going on in my personal life right now, and it makes it challenging to keep up with my writing obligations, one of which is this blog.  Not that I don’t love blogging and talking with readers, because I do.  I just don’t know what topics to blog about first. Do you as readers want to hear only about my current writing projects, upcoming books, booksignings, etc.?  Or do you want to know what’s going on with my non-writing life.  Sometimes, though that gets pretty boring or well….when you have a bulimic cat, downright gross. 
Anyway, those are my quandaries for the moment.  Tell me what you think.

Saturday, September 1, 2012

My husband and I took off for a short vacation over the weekend. We didn’t have much time because he’s been traveling for work lately, but we made the most of it and had a blast.
Most of my books are set in the Mohawk Valley of New York state.  Surprisingly, I haven’t really visited much of the area, other than the Lake George region where my French and Indian books are set, although that’s not part of the Mohawk Valley.  We went through Cherry Valley, home of the imfamous Cherry Valley massacre, where more than 60 men, women and children were killed, and stopped at the Cherry Valley Museum, a small estate house built in 1812 that settles lazily along the main drag of town.  The museum host was wonderfully interesting, telling me about her 1770s tavern home right up the street.  You don’t know how badly I wanted to ask her for a tour of her home! 
The museum housed artifacts from the massacre, including a bible with an arrow pierced through it and a signed document by Joseph Brant.
After the museum, we stopped at the local cemetery to look at the winged cherub headstones.   Hubby was a trooper.  He gets a tad creeped out in cemeteries, so he paced the outskirts while I trekked in with my camera and a sense of wonderment.  I’ve always loved cemeteries, the older the better  There aren’t many areas in New York state where you can find the Puritan-influenced stonework such as winged faces and hourglasses signifying our immortality. Massachusetts, yes, but that’s for another blog post. 
We had a wonderful time.  A great ending to a short but scorching summer.