At the half-way through WHERE THE HEART LEADS. It’s the end of October, and Moira has started rehearsals for Bosque Bend’s Christmas play. Meanwhile her relationship with rancher Rafe is heating to a boiling point. Let’s see what happens after Halloween.
What do ya say?
Tomorrow’s the day
When you can look
At my new book.
Tuesday’s the day when WHAT THE HEART WANTS will be available digitally and by print-on-demand. I’m thrilled, excited, and a little scared. Wish me well!
I had a lot of house stuff to catch up on when I got home from the national RWA conference, which meant I got behind on my writing schedule. So what was there to do but to write all Sunday afternoon?
But when I opened my documents file to my current masterpiece, the boldface, which I use to call my attention to what I need to look at again, seemed much too dark, and the documents pages seemed much too bright. In fact, the whole room seemed too bright. And every sound was an assault on my ears. And the air was suffocatingly warm. And I couldn’t think. And I didn’t want to move. Yes, I had a migraine. I doesn’t get them very often and they’re not as bad as some people’s, but they are debilitating.
Oh well, today’s another day.
Listen up, Hollywood. Now that Fred Astaire, Gene Kelly, and Patrick Swayze have tapped on heaven’s door, Hollywood needs another great hoofer. How about that confrontational Russian guy on Dancing with the Stars? The one that sorta looks like Howard Keel in his Taming of the Shrew movie.
Speaking of Howard Keel, we need more musicals too, lightweight ones that have you humming all the way home–“Singin’ in the Rain,” not “I Dreamed a Dream.”
What I am saying is life is too short to wallow in its shortcomings. I may write dark, but I want my own entertainment to be feather light.