I attended my second art class last night, and enjoyed it immensely. (The teacher pinned up our efforts from the previous week and you know what? Mine wasn’t all that bad.

As I mentioned yesterday, “A McKettrick Christmas” will be in stores today. I’m going out to the book store to see it, but also to buy a magazine I’ve been waiting for. It’s called “Where Women Create”, and features artists in various disciplines and their studios. My own studio is still a jumble, full of boxes, but I’m looking for ideas.

My #1 goal for 2009–and I’m starting early–is

Tomorrow, my newest book, “A McKettrick Christmas”, will be in stores. For those of you who’ve been asking for more stories about the early McKettrick women, here you go.

Lizzie, Holt’s daughter, is all grown up and on her way home to Indian Rock and the Triple M, having spent several years going to school in San Francisco. She’s counting on a down-home, family Christmas, and she’s eager to introduce the man she thinks she wants to marry to her legendary grandfather, Angus McKettrick, and the rest of the outfit. After the holidays, she’ll be teaching at Indian Rock’s one-room