#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Good News at Weight Watchers and other pertinent (?) remarks

I weighed in on Wednesday and, I’m happy to say, I was DOWN two big ones!  YES!  I’ve been knocking around in a four-pound range, gaining and losing, for a month.  From what I hear at meetings, this is typical.  So, anyway, I am definitely happy about this particular weigh-in.

I’m taking a break from Marie Antoinette, as some of you will be relieved to learn, I’m sure.  :)

Of course writing is my main focus, now that I’m feeling so much better–better every day, in fact–but in my free time I’ve been making art.  I’m on a paper doll kick, but with a twist–my first is the Angel of Creative Passion.  She’s almost finished and destined to hang on my office wall.  Since I’m still grappling with posting pictures on the blog, I will have Jenni put a shot of the piece on my Facebook page.  I basically used doll parts from a company called Paper Whimsy, added a face from my vast collection of downloaded (mostly from Etsy) images, and constructed the skirt and halo by punching out shapes and then using my Big Shot machine to emboss the papers, thereby giving them texture.  After that, I painted them with acrylics, mostly red and gold in this case.  I used my Big Shot again, plus a cutting die from Sizzix, to make wings.  Finally, I’ll glue my paper doll to a black background–I like lots of contrast in my work. 

My next project is already underway–another paper doll to be embellished, though this time I think I’ll mount her on a decorated paper mache box.  Guess whose face she’s wearing.  (Hint: she has a towering white hairdo and lots of lace and ruffles.)  Because I have a somewhat edgy sense of humor at times, she will be accompanied by a small ax I found at Hobby Lobby.  (Yes, a guillotine would be more appropriate–the ax would be better suited to Ann Bolelyn, but guillotine charms do not seem to be readily available.  Kat offered to make one using one of those little scrapers with the razor blades…)

Must be the approach of Halloween.  :)  I have some gorgeous resin pumpkins to put out when the time comes, along with a wonderful Jim Shore witch I bought several years ago, but there’s a new element this year: a pair of almost lifesize witch legs and shoes on spikes.  (You stick the spikes into the ground and it looks like the Bad Witch came in for a crash landing.

An imagination is a scary thing.  :)

Winners and….I’m baaaaack!

Whoop-de-do, I’m back.  I’m myself again.  My doctor took me off my ADD meds and the fog has lifted–hallelujah!

Our winners, who should have been announced yesterday, are Kim Rudisill and Darlene Holley.  Apologies and congratulations, ladies.  As soon as you’ve responded to Super Jen’s email, your prizes will be on their way.  Technically, the new contest started yesterday as well, but it’s up and running, just like always, so go ahead and comment.  That’s all you have to do to enter.  I’ll announce the next winners on Monday.  (Or maybe Tuesday.)  :)

Yesterday was also my beloved niece Angela’s birthday (she’s little Gibson’s mom), so here’s a belated have-a-happy-one.  :)  Sweetheart, you are smart, you are beautiful, and you are one fine mama.  In case you haven’t guessed, your Aunt Lindy loves you mucho.

Around the homestead: we had a little badly needed rain this morning–I woke to hear it thrumming on the roof and the floor of the deck.  (Excuse me, Lord, I know You’re busy, but we could use more, please…)

I’m still working on my Marie Antoinette audiobook binge–while the facts remain the same from biography to biography, the interpretations differ.  All authors seem to agree, however, that the queen was, for the most part, a victim of bad (really bad) spin.  Yes, she made her share of mistakes–who hasn’t?–but when you consider that she was just 15 years old when she was tossed into the French court–or, as I would call it, the pit of vipers–she didn’t do so badly.  She was generous to a fault, a fact for which she never received credit, by the way, and she was also incredibly (and understandably, given her tender age and sheltered upbringing in the court of Austria) naive.  She trusted the wrong people, placed far too much confidence in the good judgment of the general population, committed an indiscretion or two and, yes, she spent too much money.  (If that’s the criteria for beheading, I’m doomed.)  Here’s what I wish: that Benjamin Franklin or Thomas Jefferson had brought her back to America when they left France.


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