I’m at the lake again, but soon off to the book store and a few other places. Sadie and Bernice are happy at the other house, by all reports, but I still miss them and will be glad to see their pesky little fur-faces again tomorrow.
I’m almost convalescent, recovering from writing “The Rustler” and, at the same time, gearing up for new projects I plan to begin on Monday morning. I do my best, with every single book I write, but “The Rustler” is special. I poured my heart and soul into it, with no holding back, something I have not always been brave enough to do.
I did a little painting last night, but not much. Ended up just vegging, mostly, after a buying frenzy at Michael’s.
I’m looking for a birth order book at Barnes and Noble today–that’s important in the development of characters, and I’ve already begun planning the cast and crew of my big (BIG) Civil War series.
More on Monday. Have a good weekend.