Don't you love unexpected gifts? Sometimes they come when you most need them and other times they come as a complete surprise. Sometimes they are simply a word, a touch, a note, a book....
This week I've had a few.
Lucy by Laurence Gonzales. I read about it in Entertainment Weekly and sought it out. Think of it as Crichton with a heart. It made me think, analyze, smile, and cry. It's about a genitically engineered human-ape hybrid. She is a rich, beautiful character who will make you think and feel.
I got a less than glowing review of my last chapter from my cp's. What a gift to have people in your life who aren't afraid to tell you what's wrong but who love your character almost as much as you do. They are Bix's aunts. They care enough about him to let me know when he's strayed from the path, but trust me enough to know that I will straighten him out and set him straight.
Yesterday my oldest daughter flew to Orlando for vacation and after she arrived, she texted to say she already missed me. Of course, I haven't heard from her today, now that she's acclimated and in the Disney swing of things.
Scent of honeysuckle drifting into my home. I love it. I have a fragrant bush just outside my front door and when the wind blows just right, my house smells of honeysuckle. Love it.
Two days off in row. Last week my schedule was all muffed up because of vacations (other's not mine). You don't know how nice two days off in a row are until you don't have them.
Plus, I have three days next week--going out of town for a family reunion. And then the following week I have vacation---hello, Willamette Writers conference.
And lastly, the readers who frequent this blog. Thanks to all of you. We love to hear from you--and boy, did D'Ann ever with her last post. It is such a gift to know that something we wrote touched you. Good, bad, or indifferent, it's just nice to be heard and read.