Yesterday, the weather was glorious here in Spokane–sunny and bright, with a crisp nip in the air–and today we’re in line for snow. I’m kind of looking forward to it–very pretty stuff, snow. In moderation.
The D.I.E.T. continues to be fabulously easy and successful, if slow. I’m confident enough to wear jeans again, and I think I’m actually developing a waist. Tonight is my weekly free night, so I’m having one glass of wine (how I savor that one weekly glass) and buffalo mignon. In other words, a small bison steak.
I have a very casual picture, taken on my phone, that shows what I really look like. And I’m feeling just wild and crazy enough to post it. Those of you who are expecting a skinny blond in western clothes are in for a suprise–those photos were taken many moons ago. On an upcoming trip to Toronto, new and up to date author photos will be taken, and I am so happy about that. I want to look like who I am, not who I was. After all, fat or skinny, I’ve worked very hard to get to the place I’m in now, as a person and as a writer, and I’m proud to have earned this face and this body.
A pleasant surprise awaited me yesterday, when I got home from decompressing (read, playing slot machines)–“Christmas in Stone Creek” is #6 on the New York Times list–and tied with #5! WOW. I did not expect this–wasn’t even waiting to hear the news about the list, which usually comes in on Wednesday afternoons.
Over the weekend, my mom gave me a notebook containing some of my first published work–in the confessions magazines. (True Romance, True Confessions, etc.). I thumbed through and looked at the first story–and laughed out loud. The hero of that story, published more than 30 years ago, is named–Hutch. As is my current hero, the hunky cowboy heading up “Big Sky Mountain”. I guess if we like a name, it sticks with us.
That’s the news for today. Be safe, be grateful and be kind.