First off, congratulations and thanks to Laura Strickland
for naming the cat in my WIP. Caruso is a big Russian Blue, complete with green
eyes and ringed tail (brought to my writerly mind by one of Cheryl Reavis's Cats She Does Not Own--right, they own her!) She’s a girl, but she has a loud voice, so Caruso is
Also, congratulations and thanks to Kristi Knight, who gave
the little dog in the story the name of Wally, short for Walter Mittens (I don’t
know his breed or when he’ll enter the story yet, but he does have white feet J).
I will send prizes to Laura and Kristi soon, along with my
gratitude, but it won’t be until next week when the boyfriend and I—drumroll please—return
to Indiana after a nice winter in Florida. I love Florida, I’m grateful not to
have spent the worst winter in recent and not-so-recent history in Indiana, but
I’m homesick. It may be cold, wet, and still the color of winter, but it’s
It’s been a productive winter. I’ve finished a contracted
book, fought with an R & R on another, and have started—oh, squirming with
delight as I type this—another one. Not all new stories fly, I admit
sheepishly, but they’re all fun. It is only the ¾ of the book that make up its
middle that I have trouble with.
It’s also been a strange-health winter. My sciatic pain has
grown progressively worse and as my exercise level has decreased, my weight has
increased exponentially. Home will mean going back to doctors and requesting
proactive treatment and maybe making myself exercise through pain more than I
have been doing. It also means eating healthy and well. I haven’t been doing
that, and as good as Pensacola restaurants are—and they are!—I have no one to
blame but myself. I must once again, paraphrasing what my friend Angeline Larimer
said, walk myself to peacefulness.
I wish you all a happy spring. The Wranglers are taking the
month of April off, so this will be my last visit with you until May, my favorite
month of them all. I’m going to spend these next weeks getting myself back at
home with being home, being healthier, and just being happy. As Julian of Norwich
said (thank you, Jennifer Crusie and Anne Stuart, for introducing the quote to
me), “All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be
And so may it be with you. D’Ann will be here Tuesday. See
you in May!