I did it. I worked up the courage to step onto the scale this morning and–hallelujah–I am at my pre-rodeo, pre-Toronto trip, pre-Vegas weight! YES. Viva la D.I.E.T.
OK, so a dozen of you left comments, with questions, and I will address them here as best I can.
Thanks first, though, for all those kind words.
Q: Will I be writing more time travel books?
A: If I get a really good idea for one, yes. Right now, I’m up to my eyeballs in sexy cowboy heroes and the view from here is great.
Q: Is there a man in your life? Romantically speaking, that is?
A: No. But I believe he’s out there somewhere and he’s a lot like Sam O’Ballivan, the man from Stone Creek. I expect he’ll turn up when the time is right.
Q: Are there audio versions of your books?
A: Most of them are available on audible.com or iTunes, methinks, but not all are on CD.
Q: How do you like your CPAP machine? (This is a breathing device for those of us with sleep apnea.)
A: I rest ever so much better, now that I don’t wake up fifty times a night to breathe. The mask part is bulky, though, and I took a while to get used to the thing.
Q: Do you use events from your own life in your stories?
A: Well, I never put down an experience exactly as it happened to me, but of course I am influenced by life–mainly the stories I remember my cowboy dad and uncles telling and certainly Gramma Wiley’s tales of her Kansas childhood. My writing tends to be organic–I begin with a certain character in a situation that intrigues me, and build from there.
So that’s the overview for the most recent crop of questions. If I missed yours, never fear. I’ll get to it. Keep them coming.
In other news, I have misplaced my cell phone and am awaiting a new one. There was a delay. Is Mercury in retrograde? I’ll have to check. The moon has been full the last couple of nights, and that usually dials up the crazy-meter a little.
Basically, it’s all good. Bernicie the Yorkie is doing very well on her new medicine. (She’ll be 12 in April.) My old Buckaroo is still hanging in, wandering around the pasture during the day with the other horses, clad in his beloved green blanket, and keeping his mischievous fan club, Banjo and Traveler, in their places. Both these ponies want to be like Buck when they grow up.
And who can blame them?