More flowers arrived yesterday from my fabulous publishers, Harlequin–along with a beautiful jade plant for my birthday. Flowers always make me happy. I’m thrilled with the plant, too, because I can keep that going. My Harlequin family spoils me shamelessly–I like that in a publisher.
I’m listening to a book called “The Gifts of Crows”, and it’s absolutely fascinating. I knew crows and magpies were smart, but I had no idea HOW smart. Wow. Look for a talking crow to show up in one of my future books. Charles Dickens had a pet crow and loved him so much that when the bird died, he had it stuffed and kept it nearby for inspiration. I don’t think I’d go that far.
I’m off to Parable to write.