I’m still a little hoarse from all that cheering last night at the rodeo, but now that I’ve had my coffee, and a room-service breakfast is on its way, I’m rarin’ to go.
No goin’ anywhere, though, until I finish the chapter I promised my editor.
Once the pages are written, I think I’ll cab it over to Cowboy Christmas, one of several big trade shows affliated with the rodeo, and see what the well-dressed cowgirl is wearing this year. After that, I’m meeting with a bookseller to talk about setting up a signing at her store next time I’m in town.
I’ll be on Flint Rasmussen’s show December 10, live from Cowboy Christmas, so be sure to listen in if you can. Flint is a real kick (I had an absolute ball on his show last year) and a mainstay in the rodeo community. He does a lot of charity work and will be the MC at the Justin Crisis Luncheon on the 11th. These folks raise a LOT of money every year for cowboys who’ve been hurt or taken sick, and it’s cause that is very dear to my heart. I’m honored to participate–my wonderful publisher (Harlequin, of course!) is providing all the centerpieces this year, and a book for everyone who attends. Is that cool, or what?
Don’t you worry. I’ll tell you all about all of it, right here on this blog. (But it might be later than usual, because this is a wild town where folks stay up late and I’m not worth a hoot until I’ve had my coffee!)
Breakfast is here.