Summer vacation photos! Okay, it wasn’t much of a vacation, just a few days away at the coast. But it was lovely and nice to get away.
We went to San Simeon, home of W.R. Hearst’s little summer place.
My favorite rooms? The library. Of course.
So many books.
I soaked in inspiration for future WIPs, taking photos of locations that will feature in a couple new works. At least, once I finish the current book. My to-be-written list is growing and fast. Being back on the coast, at the edge of the continent, it always inspires a flood of new ideas.
I meant to post something this week, but, well… life happened. I’m blogging twice a month at Laffeinated Ink now, but I don’t want to neglect this space because I’ve been here for… hold on, let me check the archives–almost three years. Yikes. That’s a while.
Writing is going well. I’m just wrapping up revisions on the last few chapters of the untitled, but now under contract, romantic mystery. I’ll have more news on that front soon, I hope.
In the meantime, enjoy this friendly guy who I found in Las Vegas of all places. I’ll be back soon, I promise. But in the meantime, stop by Laffeinated Ink, where I’m hanging out with a lot of talented writers.
I have this friend who has had, like, a hundred different jobs. An exaggeration, but not by much. Florist, nurses’ aide, pet groomer, substitute teacher, police dispatcher, cake decorator, and more. At this time of the year, I remember when she worked at a store that sold Christmas decor. Really nice, expensive ornaments and other decorations. They also had a full-service tree decorating service, which was something at which she excelled. For the two years she worked there, I got the best gifts. Shiny, lovely glass ornaments that remind me each year how much she has brought to my life in the past 20+ years.
Next week, I’m having a pre-Christmas lunch with my friend, who is starting, yes, a new job in January. I can’t wait to hear what adventure lies ahead for her.
The weather has turned cold and it feels like winter is around the corner. To celebrate, my throat is scratchy and my head is stuffed up. No matter how hard I try to treat it with denial, I am sick. Not terribly sick, just sniffly, post-large-family gathering sick. Happens every year.
Why the cat photo? I don’t know. Let’s blame it on the cough syrup. This is another of the many attic photos that I’m slowly sorting through. The cat turns up in a lot of studio shots. I just like the look on his face that seems to say, “You know this isn’t right, don’t you, John? We have got to find you a girlfriend.”
So, until I can focus on writing more than a long caption for a cat photo, I’m going to look through my electronic archives for interesting photos. Enjoy a historic cat photo. I’ll try and get well soon.
Warning: Cat story ahead. I don’t do this often, because frankly, my cats aren’t that interesting. I mean, they’re cats. But against my better judgment, I’m posting a cat story. With a cat photo. Sigh.
This time change deal is not going well. I would be fine with setting the clocks back and gaining an extra hour.
However, not everyone in the house is happy with the change. You see, some residents here are rather food-driven. So much so that they begin lobbying for breakfast way, way too early in the morning. To fix this, we recently installed two automatic food dispensers, affectionately called The Robots, to feed the ravenous beasts.
This worked. Now in the early morning hours, the cats go harass the Robots in the morning for their breakfast, and promptly at 6 a.m., the Robots deliver.
Until this morning. The Robots were set to standard time. But cats, they do not understand daylight savings time. Come feeding time, the Robots were not giving up the kibble.
It was clearly time to panic.
This is why I woke up this morning to a paw patting me on the nose. And then a close-up view of two furry faces. And then insistent yowling. Then a more aggressive pat. Like a small punch. Then the sound of fabric ripping as a co-conspirator attacked the drapes.
So much for the extra hour of sleep. I got up and staggered toward the kitchen, but tripped over the fluffy terrorists and slammed into the door jamb. My neck and shoulder haven’t felt right all day.
The little beasts did convince me to program the Robots to give food earlier and we’re going to ease into the return to standard time. It seemed the safest route.
We went old school on Halloween, handing out little boxes of Dots (uh, yuck) and going with a traditional Jack-o-Lantern. I would have chosen Reeses, but I handed the candy-buying duty off to my husband.
Also, we have all these power tools in the garage and I wanted to use them to carve the pumpkin. Efficient and creative, right? No. Apparently, that would be “messy” and “dangerous” and “would ruin my beautiful, shiny toys.” At least, according to the spoilsport who owns those tools.
Hope you had a happy Halloween. Have a lovely post-sugar-high November 1st!
The last week hasn’t been much for writing, but mostly because I’m still editing Trust Me, I’m a Lawyer. I have a shiny new project tempting me, but that’s going to be my reward for finishing the revisions.
Plus, I have a houseguest. He didn’t tell us he was coming, just showed up on our doorstep late one night. He seemed to be lost, but we can’t find his people, so we’re looking for a new home for him.
He’s very quiet and cute and the cats like him just fine, so he can stay awhile.