About to Explode

...because the last time I wrote anything significant it was September.

In other news, the article about me came out in the Highland Villager. I look pretty scary, actually, and not necessarily in a good way. The article itself, however, was very complimentary. I don't know that it will result in any boost in Halloween sales, but one can always hope.

Just When I Thought It Was Safe...

...to start writing again, Mason came down with the stomach flu. As a bonus, while he's been vegging out in front of the TV (yes, I'm a bad mom), I've gotten a bunch of housework done. Now I'm going to start lunch -- chicken soup all around -- and then see if I can coax him into staying in front of the boob tube while I get some writing done.

I'm not holding my breath.

That's what I get for being so gleeful yesterday!

Finally Writing

Between contractors fixing our downstairs bathroom and a trip to Indiana to visit the in-laws, I haven't had ANY time to write.

I know a lot of us writer-types love to complain about how sometimes it's a chore to write... we'd rather do the dishes or walk the dogs (herd the kitties), or pretty much anything other than writing. Goddess knows, I've felt that way some days. But I think wanting to write and not being able to is a much worse feeling.

I've had one line in my head waiting to get out for about two weeks now. It's for the second section of the first chapter of the fifth Garnet book (currently titled: HONEYMOON OF THE DEAD) and it reads:

"I might not have chosen to wear my black leather jacket with all the chains and the gigantic white skull on the back if I’d known I’d be spending time in a Homeland Security holding cell."

Can I just say... ah, it's great to be back writing Garnet.

It's Monday...

... so look for me elsewhere!

Today, I'm at "Something Wicked" apologizing for being dragged along in the forest by rabid 5 and 6 year olds, oh and talking about author blurbs or something else inane like that.

Also, over at Wyrdsmiths I have nothing intelligent to offer about plotting. In fact, I think my title is much more humorous and enlightening than anything that follows.

So, how are you, kids? I'm somewhat impatiently waiting to hear from a photographer I spent last Wednesday morning with. He and I took some shots of me (with a wig! in make-up!) at a local cemetery for the Highland Community Newspaper, which is doing an article about me and ROMANCING THE DEAD for, of course, their Halloween issue. He SWORE he'd send me some thumb-nails of the shots he took so I could see if I wanted to buy any for a publicity shot. Apparently, he forgot. Or, more likely, lost my email address.

Anyway, sorry I was silent for so long. The family went down for a quickie visit to Indiana to visit the in-laws... though it's just grandma now, since Shawn's father died in April. Because of that I was expecting it to be really sad, but we had a surprisingly good time hanging out with grandma and playing at Butterfly Park.