#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

Archive for February, 2008

Sunday Morning

I’m out on the tiny balcony with Bailey, the grand-dog, watching the world go by.

This particular morning, I saw a young man of undetermined INS status, black garbage bag slung over one shoulder, going for one recyling can to the next, with a special metal stick–perhaps there is a magnet on the end–extracting aluminum cans from the bins and popping them into the bag. Surely not the happiest work in the world, but instead of pity, I felt admiration. He was clean and, like all Americans, from Somewhere Else. I could be all wet, but it struck me as

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Last Night

The many and varied members of Wendy’s writers group came over for spaghetti, meatballs, red wine, and great talk. We had a wonderful time! Writers, of course, are great storytellers, and there were some wild ones. We even watched a few clips from the movie Wendy’s friend Chip is making–very intriguing. The world is full of fascinating people!

Earlier in the day, Wendy and I met with Irene Webb, at a lovely Italian trattoria on Montana. Irene is a film agent, among her other talents, and is interested in pitching some of my books for movies! That was exciting!


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The typical Pony Express rider was nineteen years old and made $100-$150 per month plus room and board.