I think I may have jumped the gun, as we say out west, by saying “Tyler” would be out now–it’s always the last Tuesday of the month, and I just realized that would be the 31st. Sure hope I didn’t send any of you to the store for nothing.
I’ve been pretty much a pajama-bunny since I got home, but I’m much better today. This morning, as soon as I woke up, an idea for the current story popped into my head, and while I was waiting for Sadie to come down the hall so we could make that all-important first run down to the back yard, I burst into song. “Come on people, smile on your brothers!” (We use the term ‘people’ loosely around here.)
Look out, folks. I’m back!
Alas, I leave for Austin, my possible new home, on Wednesday morning. As I’ve mentioned, the Texas McKettricks, Tate, Garrett and–Austin :)–live in that neck of the woods, so it’s partly a research trip, too. And partly just an excuse to soak up some Hill Country sunshine and down a few margueritas. Daughter Wendy will be joining us, and I can’t wait to see her again. The problem with grown children is that they have lives of their own–I’ve always thought it ironic that a woman carries them in her womb for nine months, raises them with constant attention and care for some eighteen years–all to prepare them not to need her!
Like I said, I’m jet-lagged. Ought to be more perky on Monday.
Have a great weekend, and make sure your fire extinguisher works. “Tyler” is one HOT book.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.