Fog has settled in the draw this morning, and it’s a beautiful sight. (Susan: the draw is behind the main house, the one on thirty acres, with the barn. )
Who is Susan, the rest of you ask, as you well might? Well, she’s better known as Lisa Jackson, #1 New York Times best-selling author and one of my most cherished friends. I’m honored to say that she reads my blog, and last weekend in San Diego, she was teasing me about never knowing exactly which house I’m blogging from. Is it the lake? Or is it the horse place?
In case I haven’t bragged, my good friend Debbie Macomber ALSO hit the #1 slot recently. Both these women are generous, hard-working professionals and EXCELLENT writers, and it’s so good to see them getting the recognition they deserve.
I’m writing today, and when the page quota is fulfilled, I’ll be in my new craft room, just down the hall. My wonderful staff converted a guest room for me–heaven on earth.
For now, though, there’s a fire crackling on the hearth downstairs, and fresh coffee brewing. Sadie is barking for an elevator ride. So I’d better get on with it, though I might take some air freshener with me. Last night, I was taking Sadie down to the yard on a potty run, and she farted. No escape.
Oh, the glamorous life of a writer with two houses.