We’re getting a good Spring dousing here in Spokane this morning. I sit here at my kitchen table, looking out over the trees and the big back deck, feeling grateful (I could have been stranded in a foreign airport, like so many other travelers). I’m warm and cozy. The dogs and kitties are here, and the horses are snug in their sturdy barn, waiting for the Canadian wrangler to show up with breakfast and then turn them out to pasture. There’s fresh coffee to sip and, best of all, today (good Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise) I will be finishing the polish I did on my early book, “Willow”. Yipee!
Don’t get me wrong. I love this book–wish I had time to rewrite it from the ground up, because it’s a very strong story. At the time I wrote it, around 1987 I think, there was a paper shortage on and my publisher asked me to cut the length. (It should have been a much longer book.) Hence, the writing seems spare to me and the love scenes make me blush.
I’m happy to finish “Willow” because that means I can start the new Creeds trilogy right away.
I plan to celebrate by–? Who knows? I haven’t decided yet. I have new books by two of my favorite authors, Linwood Barclay and Joy Fielding. Riches! The only difficulty is choosing which to read first.
And then there are the new movies I bought last Tuesday. “Crazy Heart” and “The Young Victoria”. Decisions, decisions. Rainy days are perfect for watching movies, in my opinion. When I lived in Port Orchard, where we had LOTS of rainy days, thank you very much, I used to snuggle up on my chaise lounge with a fire going and watch Tracy and Hepburn for hours. Talk about chemistry! Those two could banter like nobody else. When I needed a change, it was bring on the Cary Grant, John Wayne and Jimmy Stewart collections.
Modern actors and actresses are pretty impressive, but the stars of the forties had a very special cache, all their own.
So, books to read, movies to watch. Dogs and cats snoozing within petting distance, and horse-energy just across the road.
It’s a good life.