Ruby Norwood and Zola Udell, come on down!!!  Happy book-buying, ladies. 

Yesterday’s first gratitude journal entry: Thank You, God, for Christmas and all it’s meaning.  Yesterday’s second  entry: Thank You that it’s over  for another year. 

To quote my dear old dad, I’ve had about all the fun I can stand. 

I need to WORK, for one thing.  For me, writing is like breathing, and my soul seems to smother a little when I can’t spend enough time in my imagination, making discoveries about characters and places–getting insights, having adventures.  It’s a great job.

Are you joining those of us

I made a mistake when crediting the author of “The Wrong Girl”–the book was written by Hank Phillippi Ryan, not Ms. French.  I have another of her novels on my iPod, hence the confusion.  Writing a book is hard work, obviously, and the writer generally sweats blood–a little or a lot, depending–during the creative process.  Mr. Ryan, my sincere apologies.  (Maybe you’ll feel better when I say the story was action-packed, well-written, and completely engaging.  I truly cared about the characters; especially Jake and Janie.  Oh, and the stray kitten was a nice touch, too.) 

I’m off to California tomorrow,