OK, I swore I wouldn’t complain about the weather, but I’m just saying. This is so weird. Snow and rain this morning–on April 26????
Is it just me? I’ll be so glad when the Royal wedding is over, including the inevitable rehash of every nuance of the dress, the guest list, the honeymoon destination, etc. Lest this sound too harsh, let me just say that I’ve spent a great deal of time in Great Britain, mainly London, and I love the place. I love the people. I especially love the cab drivers, who, unlike their counterparts in just about every other city in the world (especially New York), are highly qualified for the job. I think William and Kate are beautiful, I pray they will be kept safe and well, and that their marriage will truly be a case of Happily Ever-after. You can’t help but admire their spirit and, let’s face it, Princess Diana is a hard act to follow, no doubt about it, so Kate is a brave woman. I had the delight of seeing Diana in person once, in London, while going about my ordinary business on an otherwise ordinary day, and she was every inch the princess, tall and stately. She actually glowed.
Yesterday I did a lot of catching up, as you might have guessed from the brief blog. I made a run to the grocery store, polished an outline, did some art, checked a manuscript that will be going into production soon, and printed out airline tickets and a few other things. I’m off to Colorado Springs this Thursday–I’m keynoting the Pike’s Peak Writer’s Conference, and I’ll be bringing along some ATCs to trade if anybody’s interested.
Today, I’m launching into CHAPTER ONE of the new book. I meant to do it yesterday, but there you go. The best laid plans of mice, men and romance writers.
Speaking of writing, I’ll be reading Peter Elbow’s classic, “Writing With Power”, on the plane and in my hotel room. I was clued in about this book by another book, previously mentioned here, Mark Levy’s, “Accidental Genius.” (That is an accident I’d like to have, but, so far, nada.)
The roses are sprouting more and more shoots every day, and the peonies, too. My fabulous dinner-plate dahlias have broken ground, but most of the daffodil bulbs must have been duds, because except for those rogues on the other side of the fence, making a break for it, there’s no flower action.
Can you tell that I’m starved for flower action? Believe it.
A belated or, with luck, on-target happy birthday to my sister-in-law, Anna, whom I happen to adore. For some reason, I can’t keep the exact date straight in my mind.
That’s the news from my kitchen table, folks.
See you tomorrow.