#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Me again :)

Okay, the news at Weight Watchers was good again yesterday–down 1.2.  I have lost, since last October, just over 35 pounds.  And all without suffering or feeling deprived.  My only regret?  That I didn’t join sooner.  Or, better yet, simply stick around in the first place.

Of course I knew all along that WW was the plan that worked for me–I resisted going back for a long time.  I’m not proud of it, but I believe I was looking for the classic easier, softer way.  The turning point came when, seriously considering bariatric surgery, I attended a seminar at a large local hospital.  At first, while the surgeon was speaking, I was sold, ready to sign on the dotted line and go the distance.  Then, thank heaven, it was the nutritionist’s turn at the podium.  When she started listing all the possible complications, some of which are really drastic, well, let me tell  you, I knew for sure that this was no easy solution.  It definitely wasn’t for me.

In my head, I heard my late dad say, clear as could be,  “You know what to do, Sis, so just do it.”  And I did know.  Weight Watchers, much as I didn’t want to face going back (again) in defeat (again), was going to be WAY easier than a gastric bypass, or a sleeve, or a lap-band. 

Don’t get me wrong, though.  I’m not against weight loss surgery.  For many people, it’s a lifesaver.  We’re not talking vanity, here–these folks, after all, are not worrying about how their jeans fit–they’re trying to survive.   

Why didn’t I blog yesterday?  Well, I intended to–you know what they say about good intentions and the road to hell–but by the time I’d gone to the WW meeting, picked up a few art supplies at JoAnn’s, gone to lunch with Jenni and Wendy, and paid a brief visit to Wonders of the World, an excellent source of gemstones and crystals (as if I needed more), I was sorely in need of a nap.  Such are Wednesdays, methinks.  Around here, we refer to them as Mental Health Days.

What I’m reading: GROWING UP PSYCHIC, by Michael Bodine (younger brother of well known psychic, Echo Bodine).  This is a great book and, moreover, it’s not only well written, it’s funny.  I love this guy’s wit–he described one person as being “a few fries short of a Happy Meal.”  Love it. 

 I’m also planning to finish the new Harlan Coben yarn, MISSING YOU, which has been languishing on my bedside table for a week or longer.  Just wanted to savor it a while.  :)  This guy is one of the best suspense writers in the business, for my money.

What I’m listening to: CIRCLE OF WIVES, by Alice LaPlante, a novel about a dead bigamist and the surprised (make that shocked) spouses he leaves behind.  The story is fresh and unique and I’m enjoying it a lot.  Was the serial-husband murdered?  Probably.  Time, and more listening, will tell.

What I’m writing: THE MARRIAGE CHARM.  :)  This week, I’ve been plotting the story.

I can’t believe it’s almost the weekend.  Already.  How does this happen?  :)

Sigh.

Be well.

     

 

On time–sort of :)

I recently discovered a remedy for insomnia–I placed 3 tumbled bloodstones in a little bowl of water and set them on my bedside table.  Well, my friends, this technique works a little too well–I didn’t even stir until 9:30 this morning, which, for me, is the middle of the day.  (I can just hear my dad.  “Roll out!  We’re burnin’ daylight!”) Of course I was awake, listening to a British suspense novel, “Precious Thing”, on my iPod, until quite late, and I’m sure that didn’t help.  Still, I think I’d better cut back to 1 stone, just to be on the safe side.  :)

As an aside, here are a few more reliable gemstone sellers: on Ebay, mininggems, and on Etsy, thesagegoddess, blisscrystals, and ilovelotus.  Check them out–even if you don’t want to buy, the pictures are splendid and several of them include interesting information about the stones.

There has been a change of plans on the writing front: I will be finishing the Christmas book later and diving straight into the second novel in the Bliss County Brides series, THE MARRIAGE CHARM.  I’m working up an outline of the plot today and will start the actual story tomorrow.  I expect this story to flow, since I already know the characters and the setting from writing THE MARRIAGE PACT. 

I hope some of you are entertaining angels.  :)  It was an enjoyable experience for me, if a very subtle one.  I didn’t want them to leave, as I mentioned yesterday, but I know there is at least one angel assigned to me, here for the duration.  I just need to remember that, and say howdy sometimes. 

Since the visit, I’ve developed a fondness for flameless candles–they glow so beautifully and, as I’ve said before, they’re pretty much Linda-proof.  (I am a major klutz and sometimes forgetful in the bargain.) 

Glass jars full of gems and adorn my office window-sill, and I love the way they shine in the sunlight.  Yesterday, I lined up all my favorites on the deck railing to catch the rays–crystals love sunshine (don’t we all), and it allegedly recharges their energy.  I find my beautiful glass pyramid boxes do the same thing–I leave them overnight and when I hold them again, they all but jump around in my hand, they’re so wired.  I used a nice specimen of malachite to soothe my sore ankle before bed last night, and, as you won’t be surprised to learn, it worked.  Moss agate is my other staple, both for stress and for aches and pains.

You might say I’ve got my own stone apothecary going here, with all these lovely glass jars and boxes lining shelves.

I’ve finished my piece for the Cloth, Paper, Scissors reader challenge, too.  I will be uploading the image onto their site soon, and I will include a link when it’s a done deal.  I have to keep reminding myself that my goal was to make and submit a piece of art–the results are, of course, out of my hands.  Once I’ve taken the required photos and sent them in, I will have met the goal–a big one for me, because I tend to be fairly shy about my art work.

Have you commented?  This week’s contest is in full swing.  :)

May you be showered in sunlight.

“Keep your ear to the ground” referred to the practice of plainsmen listening to the ground to hear hoof beats. It became the westerner’s warning to stay alert.

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