I’m hanging out with the Parable gang today–my favorite thing to do. Yesterday’s dental visit is out of the way–YES!!–and it’s all systems go. I want to get several chapters finished before I leave for Toronto next week, to visit my fabulous Harlequin family and learn to navigate social media (Facebook and Twitter) in a more efficient manner. (Anything would be more efficient than the way I do it now. :)) I’ll also be having some new photos taken so the person on the back of the book will be a polished-up but nonetheless recognizable representation of yours truly.
Trips to Toronto are always whirlwind affairs, and this one is no exception–Jenni, my niece-assistant, and I will be hitting the ground running, as my dad used to say. (If you keep in mind that he was once a bullrider, the concept of hitting the ground running makes a whole lot of sense.)
The big rodeo, the NFR, is coming up fast, and I’m sure looking forward to that. I’ll be on the Flint Rasmussen Show, and I hope you’ll tune in. It’s a radio show, but there’s an audience, and I usually get to share the stage with some handsome country and western singer (Luke Bryant and Tracy Byrd, so far) which is a kick, but it’s the back-and-forth banter with Flint that I enjoy most. (I knew Johnny Cash and his lovely wife, June, so I’m hard to impress when it comes to country music fame.) Flint’s a Choteau boy, and that makes him special because Choteau, Montana is my mom’s hometown, Bleecker-central. (Any resemblance Parable bears to Choteau is strictly not a coincidence.) There are a couple of big to-dos going on with the Caesar’s Entertainment people, who are teaming up with Harlequin to celebrate all things Western and, of course, I’ll be hitting my all-time favorite trade show, Cowboy Christmas, several times over the course of my visit. Other highlights include various visiting cousins, time with Wendy and Jeremy and my brother, Jerry, and seeing friends like Steve Miller.
Talk about hitting the ground running. When I get home from Vegas, I’ll be getting ready for a family Christmas, right here on the Triple L. Unless, of course, there’s a blizzard—-
Too bad Bernice is so small. She’d never manage pulling a dog sled.
That’s the news on this fine if overcast Tuesday morning.