Tomorrow, the third story in the Texas McKettricks trilogy, “Austin”, will be in the stores. I’m so excited to see this youngest brother come on stage at last, ready to ride the meanest bulls, carve out a place for himself on the family ranch, and brave all the dangers facing him and the rest of the McKettrick clan. But does he have the courage to allow himself to love fiesty Paige Remington, youngest sister of Libby (“Tate”) and Julie (“Garrett”)? For Austin, that might just be the scariest challenge he’s ever had to face.
I’m exercising again. Getting off to a slow start, but I’m determined. It’s all part of the new Get Healthy program. Once I make up my mind to do something, it’s as good as done. I’ll keep you posted on my progress, but as promised I’m not going to bore you to death with a lot of diet talk. (Unless it’s Sadie’s diet, that is. She’s a svelte 30 pounds now, after a year of hard work and special training. I figure if the beagle-dog can do it, I can, too. )
I wrote a chapter of “A Creed in Stone Creek” on Sunday, right here at my kitchen table, on my laptop. I have a couple of new art pieces underway, and although I’m still on antibiotics, I’m definitely on the mend and gaining strength.
Last night, after calling it a day and settling down with my iPod, I watched a few episodes from season one of “Lark Rise to Candleford”. I accidently came across this lovely BBC series while looking through TV programs on iTunes, and now I’m hooked. Fortunately, there’s a season two, but I’m not sure if the show is still running or not. Lark Rise and Candleford are small villages, about 8 miles apart, during Victoria’s reign. The stories are pretty tame–no blood, no swearing, no nudity. I find that mighty restful.
Mary Ann is here, ready to whip the house into shape, so I guess I’d better get busy, too.
That’s the news from my kitchen table.