See how easy it is to make me happy, people? Thanks for those words to my Facebook friend and literary angel, Rocky. Her faith in me can keep me going for days. I haven't been blogging the last week because my son's tennis season has pushed everything else to the back, priority-wise. But the banquet is Monday (yes...I'm in charge of the decorations) so things will calm down and I can get back to my new love, writing and my new part-time unpaid job, editing. Plus, summer is almost here. Last summer is when I wrote the majority of "Crazy Quilt". My goal is to finish the first draft of my new book by the end of the summer this year. I'm going to be the little engine that could!
To jump to another subject, I haven't been to England in over 25 years. I love that place. Every time I go there my heart sighs "I'm home." Don't ask me why. I have no explanation but I love it. I love the people. I even love the crappy weather. In my head I'm already making plans to go there next summer. I'll go see my beloved Tower Bridge. Then head to Derbyshire to finally meet my best mate, Mark. Then I'll bind and gag him and make him go with me on the rest of my trip. Next, Durham County in far Northern England to see David, thriller writer extraordinaire, his wife and daughters and Moss, the wonder Border Collie. I'm sure there will be hiking involved, knowing David. In my case, there will be gasping for breath and piece of crap knee involved. And finally, we'll make our way to Dublin, Ireland where I will hug my girl, Lisa until she begs for mercy. I don't drink, but daresay, I'll raise a pint to toast her and with any luck she'll teach me to curse like a proper Irish lass.
Well, that's all I have for today. Feels good to be here blogging. Will do better next time. G'day all.
I haven't been to England in over 25 years. I love that place. Every time I go there my heart sighs "I'm home." Don't ask me why. I have no explanation but I love it. I love the people. I even love the crappy weather.
That little four letter word.
Color Me Happy.
The Kindness of a Stranger
I've been a graphic designer for nearly 30 years and for some crazy reason I decided I wanted to write a book. So I did, and now I'm writing another. Looking for that one person to believe in me.