#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
How high’s the water, Mama? or So this is Friday…

(With nods to my late friend, the one and only Johnny Cash, and to John Lennon, whom I never met, unfortunately.  And he was my favorite Beatle, too.)

Virtual Linda’s water is, presently, at thigh level–two feet high and risin’  :) As for the Friday-ness, well, as I’ve said before, I can’t believe how often it comes around.

On Monday, I’ll be announcing this week’s book winners and the new contest begins the same day.  Just comment, and you’re entered.  (Though it would probably behoove you to say something nice.  :) )  Winners are chosen at random, but Our Jenni is in charge of the process and she’s definitely protective of little ole me.

I like that in a person.  :)  (With a nod to my mom, who says that all the time.)

Which is not to say I get a lot of snarky remarks, because I can only recall one in all the time I’ve been blogging, and I think the poor woman was just having a bad day.  I sincerely hope things got better for her down the trail a ways.  I admit that I don’t read Amazon reviews of my books, or the ones on iTunes, either.  Too easy to get upset.

Then, because I do have a temper on me, however hard  I may try to keep a lid on it, I want to track that person down, get them by the scruff, ask how many books they’ve written, damn it, and whether or not they have any idea how bloody hard it is.  I like Kurt Vonnegut’s quote, and I paraphrase, “Oh, writing is easy.  You just sit down at the computer and open a vein.”

As you can see, this is a clear case of discretion being better than valor.  (If throttling somebody can be described as ‘valor’.)

More writing on the docket for today and, I hope, over the weekend.  I always INTEND to take advantage of the relative lack of peace and quiet (and usually relatives) and get some extra licks in at the keyboard, but you know what they say about good intentions.  I usually wind up shopping for groceries and running errands, after Bernice and I go out for the mail, of course, and then I have to recover from the adventure.  For me, this generally means playing in my art room, curling up for a nap with Bernice and Jitterbug, my kitty, and listening to lots of audiobooks and podcasts.  In the afternoons, Bernice and I head out for a walk, and hope (at least I do) not to encounter a moose.  Not up close and personal, that is. 

Might just as well quit while I’m ahead–assuming, of course, that I actually AM ahead.  :)

Finally, a correction to make: I called Lisa Jackson’s sister, Nancy, a wonderful writer in her right (so to speak), ‘Nancy Bishop’.  Her name is Nancy BUSH–I was confused by the fact that she used to write under the name ‘Natalie Bishop’ back in the day.  Not much of an excuse, since I’ve known Nancy forever and ever, but there it is. 

Time for more water.  :)

Hydrated to my shins and other news

Hey, some days I come up with better topics than others.  :)  Today’s blog title refers to my newest toy, an iPhone app called WaterMinder, as I believe I mentioned on Monday.  Interestingly, I’ve taken to downing a couple of big glasses of H2O before I even have my morning coffee–I wake up thirsty.  Since ordinary water lacks pazzazz ( and I MUST have pazzazz), I’ve been adding sugar-free flavorings of the kind one usually adds to java.  Works like the proverbial charm, for me at least.

Weight Watchers?  Don’t ask.  I started exercising again this week, on a regular basis, and I went UP two pounds.  Yikes.  I half expected this, being a WW veteran, but it still threw me a little.  I’m only human, after all.  (Oh, man, am I ever ‘only human’, but that’s a topic for another blog.)  Naturally, I plan to continue–as previously stated, this ole cowgirl is a member for life.  (Which is different, alas, from being a Lifetime Member.   I’ll get there, you can bet your favorite saddle on that, but it’s going to take a while.) 

The week has been a busy one–like all the rest of my weeks.  Bet it’s the same on your end.  :)

I’ve just started my good friend Lisa Jackson’s new book, CLOSE TO HOME.  Yes, an actual book.  It’s shaping up to be a ghost story–yeehaw!!!–and I’m already in its thrall.  In fact, I have to be careful not to pick it up when I have other things to do–it’s that good.  I’ve known Lisa and her sister, Nancy Bishop, for many, many moons–they are the most creative, friendly and all-around classy women you can imagine.  Years ago, Debbie Macomber, Lisa and Nancy shared a room (we were all seriously poor at the time) while attending a Romance Writers of America conference–I forget where, but I have a vague recollection that it was San Francisco.  Lisa and Nancy had already checked in and taken off to register for the conference and hobknob with other friends when Debbie and I arrived to find a note from Lisa waiting on one of the beds.  It read, “Don’t eat the peanuts on top of the mini-bar–they cost NINE BUCKS a jar!”  And since today Lisa is one of the most successful writers in the biz, that memory always makes me chuckle.  (Although by now mini-bar peanuts probably cost three times as much and the price probably gives Stephen King pause.  I mean, there’s ‘expensive’ and there’s ‘just plain ridiculous’.  Furthermore, nothing in the mini-bar is going to be part of my Simply Filling program–except maybe the diet sodas and fifty-dollar bottles of water.  Spending that much would make me feel like a darn fool.)

Well, I’m off to eyeball your comments, drink more water–I’m going for the shoulders, by George–eat something healthy, and WRITE.

God bless.

 

 

 

 

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