Judging by the weather, you’d think it was spring. The sky is a soft blue, the trees in my beloved draw are spangled with sunlight. It lifts my spirits just to look out through the windows.
I just spent a few minutes on the phone with my good friend, Vicki Webster. Vicki and I have known each other for years (and years) and I cherish our relationship–and we’re trying to plan a visit. The problem is, when Vicki’s around, all I want to do is talk and laugh and play–and I need to be diligent this month. Next month, we hope, we can get together to splash paint on things in my craft room/studio.
In addition to her other talents, Vicki is a nurse. She helped me with some medical details for the new book. Steve Miller did the same with questions about modern rodeo. when I was writing “Tate”.
Like I said, I get by with a little help from my friends.