Dressed for the Cold
It’s been cold in Port Orchard the last couple of days. Arctic Circle cold and Wayne loves it. He’s been working in his woodshop with a short-sleeved shirt and whistling like one of Santa’s elves. I, on the other hand, am dressed like an Eskimo. I’ve got a fire in the fireplace, my knitting wrapped around me and Bogie on my lap and I’m still chilled to the bone.
Proverbs 31:25
Looking Good on Radio!
Did you hear me on the radio yesterday? I did a radio tour. That’s where I’m interviewed on a number of radio stations around the country, one right after another. I look so good on radio, thinner than ever. I told my friend, Merrily Boone, that, and she came right back with, "Well, I can wear the same earrings I wore in high school!" The radio tour went from 5 a.m. until 10:30 a.m. (by the close of the tour I had cauliflower ear!), and that was followed by a video shoot here in Washington. What for you ask? Read more
Happy Monday!
I’m taking a day to plot. This is one of my favorite aspects of being an author. Truth be known I’m much more of a storyteller than I am a writer. I love it when an idea strikes me and won’t let me go. I start working the twists and the angles and brainstorm with my editor. Now this is fun! Oh, the writing is fun, too, but the plotting . . . well the plotting is even more so. It’s a happy Monday. Enjoy your day, too! Read more
A Beautiful Day
I’m working on revisions for the second Rose Harbor Inn book at my home office this week. It’s nice and quiet here, which is a stark contrast to the activity level of the office. Bogie is with me and is resting on the arm of the chair, guarding against invaders to his kingdom. There’s a fire blazing away in the fireplace, warming the room. From this vantage point I have a view of Puget Sound. It’s an incredibly beautiful day with the sun shining . . . Read more
Pumpkin Story
Remember those giant pumpkins from my garden that I mentioned a while ago? They look like pumpkins, they grew just like pumpkins, and one in particular was huge, weighing about fifty pounds.
Well, guess what? They aren't pumpkins. I cooked one on Saturday night and the insides seemed a little weird. A mutant pumpkin? Alas no–they are spaghetti squash or some relation to the spaghetti squash. Who knew????