#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Life at the Main House

It’s pretty quiet around here. Cousin Mary Ann’s grandchild is visiting, along with his parents, so the whole crew is out at the lake, splashing and sunning and catching up on all the visiting.

A day in the life of Linda: I get up early, most days, and immediately Sadie and I ride down to the lower floor in the elevator. (Bernice won’t get into the elevator unless coerced. As in, bodily dragged.) Yorkies are speedy little critters, though, and by the time Sadie and I arrive, Bernice is usually there to greet us. We all go outside. The green grass is moist with dew and splashed with fresh sunshine. When the deeds have been done, we all go back upstairs, to the main floor, and I make coffee. While it’s brewing, I putter around. Being an impatient sort, I usually pour a cup before the pot is actually ready. (This could be a metaphor for other things in my life.) Then begins one of my favorite times of the day. I journal, and the Lord and I have a little chat. Then it’s breakfast, then the blog, then writing.

Lots of people are curious about how long I write each day–the answer is, between four and six hours, at the computer. (24/7 in my head.) On a good day, I can get twenty pages. I always start by revising the chapter I wrote the day before. That helps me pick up loose ends and polish as I go along. Because I am definitely a morning person, I’m not much good after about two in the afternoon, at least in terms of writing.

When the work is done, I relax. Pet the dogs. Admire the horses. Shop or make a run to the casino. Since I rise early, I also retire early. I’m usually tucked up in bed with two dogs and two cats by eight pm. I watch very little TV, at least here at the main house, and invariably listen to my iPod until I fall asleep. Right now, I’m focusing mostly on the Civil War, which is my passion, though I study the Revolution, too. You have to understand one to understand the other. I find it all fascinating, and it gives me great hope. This very young nation has survived a LOT.

Well, as a Confederate heroine might say, How I do run on.

More tomorrow. Make it a good day. The choice rests with you.

Tuesday Chatter

I’m a contrary old cuss about some things. (You probably didn’t hear that here first.) It’s a Lael trait to be contrary, after all.

Years ago, when it was a cutting edge deal (pun intended), I had laser surgery on the old eyeballs. I traveled all the way to Toronto to have one eye done, waited six months, and went back for the other one, wearing a single contact in the interim. There was no pain involved, unless you count the stabs to my pocketbook, and each eye only took about a minute to do. As soon as the technique had been performed, I could see like a young eagle.

Expensive as it was, I got my money’s worth.

Yesterday, I went to the eye doctor, having suspected for a while that I need glasses, and not just the ones from Walgreen’s that I wear when I read. Sure enough, I was right. I resisted this for so long, but now, being a Lael, I can hardly WAIT to get those glasses, and it bugs the heck out of me that I have to wait 7-10 days.

Go figure. I told you I was contrary.

Though the term “stick ‘em up” is widely used in Western films, it wasn’t actually coined until the 1930’s.