I’m off to Las Vegas this afternoon–much restored after a few badly needed days at home.
I’ve learned some lessons about pacing myself–learned them the hard way, as Laels are wont to do–and one of them was that I can’t carry my mammoth laptop without a serious energy drain. So here’s Plan A about blogging from Vegas: use the business center. Plan B is simply to write in my journal, as I do every day, and then catch you up on all the excitement when I get back home.
I return the sixteenth, and I’ll hit the ground running, between last-minute Christmas doings and all, but I’m really chomping at the bit to get started on Logan Creed’s book, first in the new contemporary western trilogy, to be published in early 2009. Did I tell you the Creeds are distant (kissin’) cousins to the McKettricks? Wait till I tell you all about these wild Montana cowboys!
Vegas ought to be quite an inspiration, with all those cowboys walking around in their goin’-to-the-rodeo Wranglers, pressed white shirts, and Sunday best hats. For some reason, when a cowboy dresses up, he likes to wear a white shirt, and if it’s real important, there might just be a crease ironed into those jeans.
Speaking of bits, we don’t use them on the Triple L. Bitless bridles, all the way.
Right now, I’d better get off this blog and switch out my New York suitcases for my Las Vegas suitcases.
I’ll be thinking about you. If no blogs show up, you can count on one the morning of December 17.