#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller


Phew!

Well, except for some revisions in the read-through stage, “The Rustler” is finished. That last chapter is action-packed, I’m here to tell you, and WHAT a last chapter! Writing it was like being one of those guys in the old western movies, hanging on to a runaway stagecoach by the rear axel! They made it look so easy. :)

I’m taking the rest of the week off and going to the lake to paint, drink wine, read other people’s books, and otherwise mess around, as I told you the other day. It may already be too cold to swim, but if I can get the pool warm enough, I’ll be in it.

This really feels like a Friday-blog. I guess when you finish a big project, you feel as if it ought to be Friday.

One thing I won’t be doing is going to the casino. The machines are tight right now–you can’t get a bonus-spin to save your life. The prince is apparently on vacation, or off saving a damsel. Oh, well.

More tomorrow, from the lake.

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