#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

Our Snow Headed East

I can actually see green lawn out my windows as I write this blog at my kitchen table, per usual. According to the weatherman, it’s a temporary respite.

The book is moving along. I swear, I’m loving every minute of writing it. Delicious experience.

I’m feeling better, too. Pleurisy is no fun, of course, but my dear editor, Joan, has something worse–hers came with a fever. :( Feel better soon, Joanie.

One of my art pieces will be up for auction on Brenda Novak’s site–she raises tons of money toward finding a cure for Juvenile Diabetes. Go, Brenda!

Gotta brag on those homemade tamales from DeLeon’s, here in Spokaloo. YUM. (D.i.e.t.? What d.i.e.t?)

Still goin’ crazy with the Friendly Plastic. New favorite color? Pink sherbet. Hard to find, but so gorgeous. I made a pretty spiffy Christmas tree ornament and I will post a pic when Chris is around–he’s the computer geek in our outfit, as well as the back-up dog nanny and housekeeper. :)

That’s the news, peeps. Stay safe, stay warm, and stay happy.

Remember, it’s a choice.

Leave a Reply

XHTML: You can use these tags: <a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <s> <strike> <strong>

:wink: :-| :-x :twisted: :) 8-O :( :roll: :-P :oops: :-o :mrgreen: :lol: :idea: :-D :evil: :cry: 8) :arrow: :-? :?: :!: