Currently Reading: Just finished Anny Cook's Phantom's Rest, and OMG! This one is AWESOME! I love some of the honest and humorous conversations in this book, and the action in the last twenty pages will keep you scrolling/turning pages until the end! DEFINITE RECOMMENDED READ!! Available at Kindle and Fictionwise. You will NOT be disappointed!
Aug 2001:
We returned from Canada, and I discovered my 'friend' L had NOT taken care of the extra hamburger buns, after all. They were a moldy mess in the concession stand storage area. I was furious at her, and worked throughout the next week to load everything up; contact people about buying some stuff, and giving the stand a thorough cleaning.
Youth Football was beginning; their concession stand was happy to buy our leftovers, plus some of the baseball coaches came to me about opening the stand for some Adult Softball games. I agreed to keep the candy and soda for a while longer.
I'd counted all the money; tallied up the stats from both tournaments, and made a note about what had worked this year and what hadn't. L called me; I'd gotten over my fury at her and went over to her house. We started brainstorming about next year when all of a sudden, a bomb dropped.
L: I might take over the stand next year...
Me (blinking): Huh? I'm not ready to give it up yet; I'm finally figuring out the kinks. I'll be happy to have your help....
L (leaning forward): H wants me to take it over next year.
Me: Why? What's he got against me?
L: I honestly don't know. But while you were gone, he was bad-mouthing you left and right.
Stunned, I went home and called the secretary, who assured me everything was okay, and that the bills had been paid. I told him I'd paid the gas station, and knew changes had to be made the following year. He told me not to worry; I'd done a good job with the resources we had.
My next phone call was to H, the league vice-president. I apologized for pulling him away from a family gathering, but wanted to know why he wanted L in charge next year.
His answer was blunt. "You spent way too much money." End of conversation.
I called K, our secretary again, asking how much was too much. "Don't worry about it; everything's fine."
But still I worried. And prepared my 'farewell' speech, just in case.
At the banquet, H stood up after the food had been served and announced he was going to be President, with so-and-so as the VP, and L to take over concessions. Immediately, conversation exploded. People asked me why I wasn't doing the stand; all I could say was, 'I was forced out.', which brought up more questions. And why weren't we voting on our President and VP? This wasn't an election; this was a takeover!
The trophies were handed out; people left the banquet, still in a tizzy over what had taken place.
And again, I was incensed that the food I'd promised the football concession stand had been used for the banquet, and complained to the secretary.
"I was getting ready to sell it to the Football League; they complain I spent too much money? They just took some of our revenue away!"
"I know; it's out of my hands. I went to bat for you; I thought you did an excellent job. But they overruled me."
Next Month: The Community Split In Two.
Present Day:
Getting ready to head north again for my friend Alan's funeral. The kids are going with me; S is getting her eyes checked and possibly new glasses; youngling wants to hang out with Grandpa and Big Brother at the frat house. I may or may not have access to the computer, so have a great weekend!
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Who Knew?
Thanks to all who commented the past two days:) Surely everyone knows by now that yes, my publisher is NOT going to require me to update my series to modern day:) I DID get an idea to do a 'Next Generation', but we'll see what happens after I finish writing books #8-12, lol!
I figure if I release two books per year, that gives me two years to finish writing book #8 and start on the rest. Here's hoping Lynne gets over her vacation/tantrum/attitude over whom I paired her with and talks to me again, lol!
And the outpouring of support for stories set in the 1980's was AWESOME! I need to go investigate The Wild Rose series, which takes place in 1985. Maybe I've started a trend; so many have expressed interest now.
Update On My Trip North:
Still waiting to see if my dad is going to come down and get me tomorrow. Daughter also wants to go, so she can get new glasses.
Keeping this post short; I need to get back to work on Love Finds A Way before my LOTR edits arrive! And yes, Kenzie hasn't posted yet; I may do another 'combo' post next week. We'll see....In the meantime, come back tomorrow for some more of my 2001 memories. The month of August was an eye-opener. You never know who your friends are until 'lightening strikes'. See you tomorrow!
I figure if I release two books per year, that gives me two years to finish writing book #8 and start on the rest. Here's hoping Lynne gets over her vacation/tantrum/attitude over whom I paired her with and talks to me again, lol!
And the outpouring of support for stories set in the 1980's was AWESOME! I need to go investigate The Wild Rose series, which takes place in 1985. Maybe I've started a trend; so many have expressed interest now.
Update On My Trip North:
Still waiting to see if my dad is going to come down and get me tomorrow. Daughter also wants to go, so she can get new glasses.
Keeping this post short; I need to get back to work on Love Finds A Way before my LOTR edits arrive! And yes, Kenzie hasn't posted yet; I may do another 'combo' post next week. We'll see....In the meantime, come back tomorrow for some more of my 2001 memories. The month of August was an eye-opener. You never know who your friends are until 'lightening strikes'. See you tomorrow!
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Decisions, Decisions, Decisions....
Had a tough day yesterday. First an email from my new editor asking me to update Love On The Rocks from 1984 to present day. My first reaction was to throw a colossal tantrum, dig in my heels, and say NO WAY!
After all, do you know how much 80's pop culture is in my books? I wrote it at the time because it was the book I wanted to read. I could not find any books which talked about college life, such as the Anne Emery books I'd loved with Tobey as the heroine. That series followed her through high school and into her first year of college in the 1950's. I wanted to show a college in the 80's, and also throw in some social issues so it would have more of a plot.
Book #1 takes us from 1984-1986. Included is the space shuttle Challenger exploding; certain clothing styles; and songs.
Book #2: !985-1986, and shows pay phones and the heartache of having to wait for letters to arrive.
Book #3: 1986-1988. There's a discussion on AIDS, and how at the time there were only three ways to catch it.
Book #4: 1987-1988: Mainly songs from 1988; discussions about computers being more popular and would soon be in every home; political discussions.
Book #5: 1988-1989: Discussions about CD's vs tapes and the election of George Bush (senior).
Book #6: 1988-1989: Songs; attitudes toward homosexuality/AIDS
Book #7: 1989-1990: Songs, clothing, the arrival of the Lottery in Indiana
Book #8: 1989-1990: Attitudes toward interracial relationships (wip)
Book #9: 1990-1991: (not written yet)
Book #10: 1990-1991: (not written yet)
Book #11: 1991-1992: (not written yet)
Book #12: 1992-1993: (not written yet)
Book #13: 1993-1994: Computers had arrived, but no internet yet.
Book #14: 2003-1005. A reunion of the girls in books #2-6.
I asked my daughter, who's read the first two books if the time period bothered her; she said she didn't even notice; she just enjoyed the characters and storyline. The initial beta readers all enjoyed the 'trip down Memory Lane' or told me, 'I never went to college; this was fun to read!'
So what's your take? When you read a book, does the time period bother you? How much time to elapse before something is considered 'historical'? Would you read something from the time period in which you grew up, or would you rather read something more modern, or from 100 years ago? Some people are fascinated by the Regency period; others the Pioneer Days, Ancient times, or Civil War era.
And would I be shooting myself in the foot if I refuse to update it? Or 'caving' if I did? My heart and gut tell me to leave it as is...but then again, I DID make drastic cuts to several of the books to make them 'publishable'. Should I just table it and wait another twenty years, until they meet the 'historical' qualifications?
Sad News....
And a half hour after that email, I received the heartbreaking news a former classmate of mine had died. Alan and I had dated for four months in HS, and he used to play his guitar compositions for me. He played Tuba in Marching Band; Oboe in concert band; Bass in Orchestra and Jazz Band, in addition to the guitar. He also got me hooked on the classical songs The Planets; we'd listed to Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars the most. He and I had just reconnected on Face Book two months ago, and he'd sent me three songs he'd composed. I happened to think about him over the weekend; I realized I hadn't seen any updates on FB, and was going to shoot him an email. And then my mother called with the news.
I'm going to try to make it to the funeral on Saturday. The world has lost another musical genius; I'm sorry it took us twenty-five years to find each other again, however briefly.
In other Family News, daughter saw the orthopedic surgeon yesterday, and today we're taking her for an MRI, and back to the surgeon next week. She doesn't have to wear the imobilizer, so that makes her happy!
After all, do you know how much 80's pop culture is in my books? I wrote it at the time because it was the book I wanted to read. I could not find any books which talked about college life, such as the Anne Emery books I'd loved with Tobey as the heroine. That series followed her through high school and into her first year of college in the 1950's. I wanted to show a college in the 80's, and also throw in some social issues so it would have more of a plot.
Book #1 takes us from 1984-1986. Included is the space shuttle Challenger exploding; certain clothing styles; and songs.
Book #2: !985-1986, and shows pay phones and the heartache of having to wait for letters to arrive.
Book #3: 1986-1988. There's a discussion on AIDS, and how at the time there were only three ways to catch it.
Book #4: 1987-1988: Mainly songs from 1988; discussions about computers being more popular and would soon be in every home; political discussions.
Book #5: 1988-1989: Discussions about CD's vs tapes and the election of George Bush (senior).
Book #6: 1988-1989: Songs; attitudes toward homosexuality/AIDS
Book #7: 1989-1990: Songs, clothing, the arrival of the Lottery in Indiana
Book #8: 1989-1990: Attitudes toward interracial relationships (wip)
Book #9: 1990-1991: (not written yet)
Book #10: 1990-1991: (not written yet)
Book #11: 1991-1992: (not written yet)
Book #12: 1992-1993: (not written yet)
Book #13: 1993-1994: Computers had arrived, but no internet yet.
Book #14: 2003-1005. A reunion of the girls in books #2-6.
I asked my daughter, who's read the first two books if the time period bothered her; she said she didn't even notice; she just enjoyed the characters and storyline. The initial beta readers all enjoyed the 'trip down Memory Lane' or told me, 'I never went to college; this was fun to read!'
So what's your take? When you read a book, does the time period bother you? How much time to elapse before something is considered 'historical'? Would you read something from the time period in which you grew up, or would you rather read something more modern, or from 100 years ago? Some people are fascinated by the Regency period; others the Pioneer Days, Ancient times, or Civil War era.
And would I be shooting myself in the foot if I refuse to update it? Or 'caving' if I did? My heart and gut tell me to leave it as is...but then again, I DID make drastic cuts to several of the books to make them 'publishable'. Should I just table it and wait another twenty years, until they meet the 'historical' qualifications?
Sad News....
And a half hour after that email, I received the heartbreaking news a former classmate of mine had died. Alan and I had dated for four months in HS, and he used to play his guitar compositions for me. He played Tuba in Marching Band; Oboe in concert band; Bass in Orchestra and Jazz Band, in addition to the guitar. He also got me hooked on the classical songs The Planets; we'd listed to Jupiter, Saturn, and Mars the most. He and I had just reconnected on Face Book two months ago, and he'd sent me three songs he'd composed. I happened to think about him over the weekend; I realized I hadn't seen any updates on FB, and was going to shoot him an email. And then my mother called with the news.
I'm going to try to make it to the funeral on Saturday. The world has lost another musical genius; I'm sorry it took us twenty-five years to find each other again, however briefly.
In other Family News, daughter saw the orthopedic surgeon yesterday, and today we're taking her for an MRI, and back to the surgeon next week. She doesn't have to wear the imobilizer, so that makes her happy!
Monday, August 22, 2011
Bachelorette Party!
No; not mine. A friend of mine is getting married in 2 weeks, and when I found out her bachelorette party was starting with a Temptations Party, I decided to crash it!
See, she and her friends are nearly my CK's age, so I wasn't 'officially' invited. However, my friend BC was, so I tagged along with her and everyone was glad to see me. I especially cracked them up when I informed "I may be older than all y'all, but when it comes to sex toys, I'm twelve."
Turns out several of the young ladies' mothers had given them vibrators for their eighteenth birthday....what did I get when I was 18? Ummm......books, clothing, music, makeup....yeah, no sex toys. I don't even know if I knew of their existence!
Anyway, fast-forward to the bar. Somebody had brought along a card game, and when the first person who drew a card had to kiss someone, I prayed for leniency to Fate. And it was granted; my first card I had to do a shot with a geek. And since two guy friends had joined us, BC offered to be the geek. I told her I only did shots of B-52; she opted for the tequila. And once again, I had to inform the bartender what a B-52 is:
Bailey's
Kahlua
Grand Marnier Whiskey (very thin layer at top)
I downed mine in one gulp, earning cheers from the two guys at our table, and apparently earning myself some respect, as from that time on, I was included in the joking and high-fives!
My next card was to have a man sing a love song to me. Karaoke hadn't started yet, so we tabled this one while we debated which song Nathaniel would sing to me. I wanted Bryan Adams; BC wanted Dolly Parton; he wanted Randy Travis or some other song I'd never heard of. And since he left before it was his turn, he promised to sing to me on Sept 8th, when he would next be in town. 'I'll sing eight of them to you." Woo hoo!
Card #3 was to have the DJ play 'Wild Thing' and dance solo. I declined this one, as it was time for me to leave at that moment and go pick up my daughter.
And my final card? I had to have my friends pick a hot guy and dance with him! I was disappointed in their choice, but the guy was a good sport about the whole thing!
So my first raunchy bachelorette party was a success, other than the fact I did not get to dance a great deal.
Why was this a big deal? I didn't have a bachelorette party, and the two I attended for my best friends were on the tame side. All we did was go to a bar and dance. No raunchy sex talk or anything. So yeah, I've led a sheltered life....
What was your favorite memories of bachelorette parties, either your own or friends'?
On The Agenda Today:
-Daughter is meeting with orthopedic surgeon (I'm not going to get my walk in; her appointment's at 8am!)
-I have a dental appointment (please, let there be NO cavities!!)
-Working on Ch 6 of LFAW.
See, she and her friends are nearly my CK's age, so I wasn't 'officially' invited. However, my friend BC was, so I tagged along with her and everyone was glad to see me. I especially cracked them up when I informed "I may be older than all y'all, but when it comes to sex toys, I'm twelve."
Turns out several of the young ladies' mothers had given them vibrators for their eighteenth birthday....what did I get when I was 18? Ummm......books, clothing, music, makeup....yeah, no sex toys. I don't even know if I knew of their existence!
Anyway, fast-forward to the bar. Somebody had brought along a card game, and when the first person who drew a card had to kiss someone, I prayed for leniency to Fate. And it was granted; my first card I had to do a shot with a geek. And since two guy friends had joined us, BC offered to be the geek. I told her I only did shots of B-52; she opted for the tequila. And once again, I had to inform the bartender what a B-52 is:
Bailey's
Kahlua
Grand Marnier Whiskey (very thin layer at top)
I downed mine in one gulp, earning cheers from the two guys at our table, and apparently earning myself some respect, as from that time on, I was included in the joking and high-fives!
My next card was to have a man sing a love song to me. Karaoke hadn't started yet, so we tabled this one while we debated which song Nathaniel would sing to me. I wanted Bryan Adams; BC wanted Dolly Parton; he wanted Randy Travis or some other song I'd never heard of. And since he left before it was his turn, he promised to sing to me on Sept 8th, when he would next be in town. 'I'll sing eight of them to you." Woo hoo!
Card #3 was to have the DJ play 'Wild Thing' and dance solo. I declined this one, as it was time for me to leave at that moment and go pick up my daughter.
And my final card? I had to have my friends pick a hot guy and dance with him! I was disappointed in their choice, but the guy was a good sport about the whole thing!
So my first raunchy bachelorette party was a success, other than the fact I did not get to dance a great deal.
Why was this a big deal? I didn't have a bachelorette party, and the two I attended for my best friends were on the tame side. All we did was go to a bar and dance. No raunchy sex talk or anything. So yeah, I've led a sheltered life....
What was your favorite memories of bachelorette parties, either your own or friends'?
On The Agenda Today:
-Daughter is meeting with orthopedic surgeon (I'm not going to get my walk in; her appointment's at 8am!)
-I have a dental appointment (please, let there be NO cavities!!)
-Working on Ch 6 of LFAW.
Friday, August 19, 2011
"What Do You Mean, You've Made A Mistake?"
Aug 1991:
I was now six months pregnant with K, and our four kittens were crawling around the apartment, getting to know their new living arrangements. Rosie (Roseanne) was black and white; Tag-A-Long (named because he followed my SU everywhere) was a black shorthair, with a tiny patch of white under his chin; Gizmo had her mom's long fur, but was solid black with green eyes (Tag's were yellow); and Tiger, the baby grey-striped, was very aptly named.
It became soon apparent we had the 'Shelter for Dysfunctional Felines'. Why? I'm glad you asked!
Rosie:
My SU was lying on the floor watching TV and I was in the kitchen. All of a sudden, I hear, "Hey, when did Rosie grow a pair of balls?"
"WHAT?" I went running into the living room. SU is holding a very indignant-looking Rosie and inspecting the private parts. "You're the one who called out the gender after they were born....how could you make a mistake like this?"
"I guess they blended in with his black hindquarters." He lets Rosie go free. "I guess we'll have to change his name to 'Roosevelt'. Or change the spelling, at least. We've got a Rosey Greer instead of Roseanne Arnold."
"Poor baby....gender confusion at four months!"
Tag:
This one was an 'abuse' victim and Mama's Boy. My SU stepped on the tiny little thing when he was one month old and fixated on following the SU around. Ever try to administer First Aid to a mewling kitten with sharp claws? Not easy. He crawled into our closet and slept for two days. I called the vet, who told me to watch for seizures. After two days, though, he crawled out and was fine. But we did notice he stayed close to Mama Smokey, and seemed reluctant to leave the box when it was time.
Gismo:
She had her mama's independent spirit. If she wanted attention, she'd come to us. And in the coming months, as the only female, she'd discover unwelcome attention from Tag. So she was the first of the four to make an overnight trip to the vet, which I'll tell you more about next month.
Tiger:
Our 'problem child'. He discovered he liked People Food better than his kitten chow; he refused to use the litter box at first; he was always sharpening his claws on the furniture or climbing the curtains. Tiger is damn lucky he survived his first year! We had to mix an egg in with the kitty chow to coax him to eat; otherwise, he'd have starved to death. And I quit feeding him leftover meat from my plate. He also endured his nose being rubbed into his messes, and was the first to have his nails trimmed. And since he was also the first one to purr, he spent a great deal of time on my lap. He was the most loving of the four; I guess to make up for his antics!
Mama Smokey:
As soon as she weaned the kits, and we had her spayed, she shot out the door of the apartment and refused to return. She'd come around for food; the kits would run to the door and look out; she'd get this puzzled look on her face which clearly said, 'You still have them?" and walk off. Another one of her litters was upstairs, but she never ventured up there (only two had survived).
I was finally wearing maternity clothing and my cravings had switched from the Olive Garden Salad to potatoes. Specifically, potato latkes. I think I went through a 10-pound bag of potatoes in one week, making homemade potato pancakes and hash browns.
Basically, the recipe is grated potato and onion; a little bit of milk; an egg; salt and pepper. Drop by teaspoon into greased skillet and fry a minute or two on each side. Yummy! I'm not Jewish, but I love latkes!
And yes, the SU soon grew tired of eating these too....
Present Day:
So far, the new routine is working! I take the kids to school; walk four laps around the park; come home and start my day. Think I'll try to do five laps in September, so it's an even 4 miles.
Daughter's knee is now in an imobilizer, and she goes to the orthopedic surgeon on Monday. I'm currently enjoying her inability to sit in the front seat, because this means she can't change my radio station!
Want to know what I'd be if I wasn't a writer? Come over to Romance Books R Us and find out:)
Oh, found out my youngest may be ADD instead of dyslexic. Looks like another trip to the doctor....
Have a good weekend:)
I was now six months pregnant with K, and our four kittens were crawling around the apartment, getting to know their new living arrangements. Rosie (Roseanne) was black and white; Tag-A-Long (named because he followed my SU everywhere) was a black shorthair, with a tiny patch of white under his chin; Gizmo had her mom's long fur, but was solid black with green eyes (Tag's were yellow); and Tiger, the baby grey-striped, was very aptly named.
It became soon apparent we had the 'Shelter for Dysfunctional Felines'. Why? I'm glad you asked!
Rosie:
My SU was lying on the floor watching TV and I was in the kitchen. All of a sudden, I hear, "Hey, when did Rosie grow a pair of balls?"
"WHAT?" I went running into the living room. SU is holding a very indignant-looking Rosie and inspecting the private parts. "You're the one who called out the gender after they were born....how could you make a mistake like this?"
"I guess they blended in with his black hindquarters." He lets Rosie go free. "I guess we'll have to change his name to 'Roosevelt'. Or change the spelling, at least. We've got a Rosey Greer instead of Roseanne Arnold."
"Poor baby....gender confusion at four months!"
Tag:
This one was an 'abuse' victim and Mama's Boy. My SU stepped on the tiny little thing when he was one month old and fixated on following the SU around. Ever try to administer First Aid to a mewling kitten with sharp claws? Not easy. He crawled into our closet and slept for two days. I called the vet, who told me to watch for seizures. After two days, though, he crawled out and was fine. But we did notice he stayed close to Mama Smokey, and seemed reluctant to leave the box when it was time.
Gismo:
She had her mama's independent spirit. If she wanted attention, she'd come to us. And in the coming months, as the only female, she'd discover unwelcome attention from Tag. So she was the first of the four to make an overnight trip to the vet, which I'll tell you more about next month.
Tiger:
Our 'problem child'. He discovered he liked People Food better than his kitten chow; he refused to use the litter box at first; he was always sharpening his claws on the furniture or climbing the curtains. Tiger is damn lucky he survived his first year! We had to mix an egg in with the kitty chow to coax him to eat; otherwise, he'd have starved to death. And I quit feeding him leftover meat from my plate. He also endured his nose being rubbed into his messes, and was the first to have his nails trimmed. And since he was also the first one to purr, he spent a great deal of time on my lap. He was the most loving of the four; I guess to make up for his antics!
Mama Smokey:
As soon as she weaned the kits, and we had her spayed, she shot out the door of the apartment and refused to return. She'd come around for food; the kits would run to the door and look out; she'd get this puzzled look on her face which clearly said, 'You still have them?" and walk off. Another one of her litters was upstairs, but she never ventured up there (only two had survived).
I was finally wearing maternity clothing and my cravings had switched from the Olive Garden Salad to potatoes. Specifically, potato latkes. I think I went through a 10-pound bag of potatoes in one week, making homemade potato pancakes and hash browns.
Basically, the recipe is grated potato and onion; a little bit of milk; an egg; salt and pepper. Drop by teaspoon into greased skillet and fry a minute or two on each side. Yummy! I'm not Jewish, but I love latkes!
And yes, the SU soon grew tired of eating these too....
Present Day:
So far, the new routine is working! I take the kids to school; walk four laps around the park; come home and start my day. Think I'll try to do five laps in September, so it's an even 4 miles.
Daughter's knee is now in an imobilizer, and she goes to the orthopedic surgeon on Monday. I'm currently enjoying her inability to sit in the front seat, because this means she can't change my radio station!
Want to know what I'd be if I wasn't a writer? Come over to Romance Books R Us and find out:)
Oh, found out my youngest may be ADD instead of dyslexic. Looks like another trip to the doctor....
Have a good weekend:)
Thursday, August 18, 2011
New Cover!
"THANK YOU COVER ART GODS!"
Come back tomorrow for my memories of Aug 1991:)
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Good News Wednesday:)
Currently Reading: Began Phantom's Rest by Anny Cook, and am up to Ch 2. Liking this very much!
First of all, hats off to my friend Jamie Carie, who has been informed she's receiving a Faculty Citation Award for "excelling in her career/field of study"!! Yay Jamie!!! WTG woman! To enter her Kindle contest, either click the link or the picture to the right! What's the contest? Design a hat for Lady Kendra, who stars in her latest book, Pirate of My Heart:
First of all, hats off to my friend Jamie Carie, who has been informed she's receiving a Faculty Citation Award for "excelling in her career/field of study"!! Yay Jamie!!! WTG woman! To enter her Kindle contest, either click the link or the picture to the right! What's the contest? Design a hat for Lady Kendra, who stars in her latest book, Pirate of My Heart:
She gave up everything for a chance at true love . . .
When her doting father dies, Lady Kendra Townsend is given a choice: marry the horrid man of her uncle’s choosing or leave England to risk a new life in America with unknown relatives.
Armed with the faith that God has a plan for her, Kendra boards a cargo ship and soon finds herself swept away by the rugged American sea captain Dorian Colburn. But this adventurous man has been wounded by love before and now guards his independent life.
He wasn’t prepared to give up anything for anyone…
No swashbuckling man needs an English heiress with violet-hued eyes to make him feel again or challenge his faith with probing questions—or so he thinks. It is not until Dorian must save Kendra from the dark forces surrounding her that he decides she may be worth the risk.
Good News #2:
Arbor U has a new logo! Designed by my good friend Benjamin Martinson, this change was necessary due to my other being under A/H copyright. I'll have to make a minor change in Balancing Act when Gretchen is talking about the school colors (note to self: Check 1st chapter of Love On The Rocks), but I love the fact the school name is on the ribbon:) I should get my new cover either today or sometime this week. This makes me excited about working on Ch 5 again! Yesterday I only got as far as page #32, due to the craziness around here (keep reading!).
Bad News:
Aren't you glad I told you all that good news first? The Daniels household has been sidetracked with foot injuries. Daughter's knee locked up and became painful to navigate stairs; the SU stepped on something and his foot swelled up and bruised; this morning my right heel protested the four lap (3.2 miles) walk I've been taking every morning.
As a result, daughter's right leg is now encased in an imobilizer and is possibly facing orthoscopic surgery to repair cartilage in her knee (we'll find out once we meet with the orthapedic specialist). The SU's right foot is in a soft 'boot' and ordered to ice it often until the swelling/bruising fades; I wrapped my right foot in an Ace Bandage, plus wore a sock over it, but three steps onto the walking path and pain shot through my heel. So I guess I'm not to walk until I get some decent walking shoes, which will be after Sept 1st. My one piece of GOOD news is, I've lost another two pounds:) So my weight is at least going in the right direction, lol!
What's YOUR midweek update?
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