The blog has been sketchy lately, and I apologize for that. Yesterday, I was busy in Blue River, Texas, riding herd on a couple of unruly McKettrick men. (It’s an awful job, but somebody has to do it. ) I’ve just wrapped up the second chapter and I’m fixing to dive into the third. I love writing about my modern cowboys, but it’s fun to travel back in time a little way, to 1915, where the telegraph is considered high tech and nobody has a cell phone, smart or otherwise. In “A Lawman’s Christmas”, you met Clay McKettrick, founder of the modern-day Texas McKettrick clan, and his lovely Dara Rose. In “An Outlaw’s Christmas”, I’m reintroducing Clay’s cousin, Sawyer, who appeared briefly in the first book. He’s something of a mystery man, and I’m enjoying that. Piper St. James, our heroine, who lives at and teaches in the one-room schoolhouse, could do with a little LESS mystery where he’s concerned, thank you very much.
Bernice made her usual sojourn to the barn this morning, with her beloved Jenni. Yesterday, she actually spotted a mouse–oh, the joy of it!–and gave chase. Alas, the little devil was too fast even for the Yorkie, and managed to burrow into the hay stack to avoid certain death. Bernice, though thwarted, was just as happy–for her, it’s all about the journey.
This morning started out with some excitement–the glamorous life of a writer–one of the toilets overflowed and I was pressed into clean-up duty.
I’m listening to Lisa Scottaline’s new book, “Come Home.” It’s a great story, but there’s a character in the beginning who sobs until you want to shake her. Or the narrator. I sure am intrigued, though–I’ll be sticking with this one until I find out what the heck is going on with these people.
My first vampire book, “Forever and the Night”, is up on Nook now, and that’s exciting. In a month, it will be on Amazon, too.
I hear a cat meowing to come inside, so I’d better go downstairs and play my secondary role–door woman.
See you tomorrow.