#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller


Back to Work

I wrote on Saturday, but on Saturday evening, late, my long-time friend Vicki Webster and her long-time friend, Sandy, arrived for a visit. (Sandy is now my friend, too.) I intended to work all day Sunday, as well, because Vicki is the type of friend to understand these things, but in the end, I didn’t. I needed this time with my friends, whether I could spare it or not, and I’m glad I took it. We had breakfast at Northern Quest Casino–played slots for an hour or so–went to Walmart, came home. Later, we headed out again, to Michael’s, where I bought more of the Gallery Glass paints I’ve been using on the piece I call my Renaissance Showgirl. I ended up doing her entire headdress in various colors and the effect if striking–stained glass. Except for finishing off the edges of the canvas and spraying the whole thing with some kind of protective coating, in two weeks, when the paint has cured properly, she’s finished.

I so love this piece. In fact, if I’d seen it in a shop or a gallery, done by someone else, I would probably have bought it.

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There are few things I love more than painting–writing leaps instantly to mind. It’s hard work sometimes, no denying that, but it is also such a joy. I can go and live in my story world, with my story people, and then slip back out into my own, to rejoin loved ones, dogs, cats and horses. To enjoy friends and breakfast and slot machines and visits to Michael’s and all manner of good things.

I feel restored this morning. Ready to return to Blue River, Texas in a big way.

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