#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
Headed for the Lake

I’m expecting a furniture delivery, and want to get all set up to write my new western, “The Rustler” in my snazzy lakeview office.

The barn is really taking shape! It’s so exciting to see it going up, day by day.

“McKettrick’s Heart” is still going strong–#7 for the second time, and in its third week on the NYT bestseller list. Thank you, one and all, for your part in making so many dreams come true.

On the hobby front, I’ve been doing some beading and messing around with polymer clay. (You have to throw away a lot of clay, while you’re learning, just as new writers have to throw away a lot of pages!) It’s certainly better than going a round with the frog or Cleopatra. :)

More renovations planned for the main house. (Another reason Sadie and Bernice and I will be at the lake, probably for the majority of the summer.)

May you be blessed, this day and every day.

Beautiful Day in Spokane

Today, the draw is bathed in sunlight, and the sky is the same blue as the treasured periwinkle sugar bowl my mother gave me years ago–a premium from a bag of flour or a box of tea. That was back in the day when the prize in the bottom of a Cracker Jax box was something you really wanted–a plastic keychain, for instance.

The barn is beginning to look like–a barn! We’re taking pictures right along, and will post them on the website soon. The best day of all will be the homecoming–Buck, Coco, Skye and Banjo being unloaded from their trailer, introduced to their new home for the first time. They each have a wonderful stall, and there are almost ten acres to roam in. We left a few pine trees for shade and scratching against.

Although it’s only Wednesday, it feels like Friday to me. I guess because I was off yesterday for a routine medical procedure. I’m doing some tweaking and polishing on “Deadly Deceptions”, the next Mojo book (Jan 08) today, and clearing the decks to begin “The Rustler” on Monday. I plan to move to the lake to write that one, as I’ve probably already told you.

Have a lovely Wednesday. It’s always been one of my favorite days. (But, then, I’m pretty crazy about all the others, too–including the much-maligned Monday!)

“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.