I am supposed to blog but now I sit here and stare at the computer screen in terror. What do I talk about? I looked around my office for inspiration and thought, wow, I could write about dust and empty coffee cups but really, who wants to read that?
I wandered to the kitchen and unless you want to hear about my husband’s complete inability to load a dishwasher, I got nothing. Same thing in the living room and the hall. Other than maybe comparing my first attempts at writing to a sucking vacuum cleaner(which my carpet is in desperate need of) nothing came to mind.
I tried to go into the master bathroom but my husband was taking a shower. Ever since that embarrassing ‘Daddy, why is your winkie bigger’ intrusion from my twins, he locks the bathroom door. So I flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling.
I got nothing. I am fast approaching brain death at this point. I am about 5 thousand words from being done with a new story and about 20 thousand into the next. I had a release last week. LIPSTICK ON HIS COLLAR is right now sitting at number two at MBaM and was #1(darn Vivi Arend anyway for knocking me out- better than knocking my up, I guess). I’ve been promoting that and as an added bonus, both JINXED and MYLA BY MOONLIGHT reappeared on their respective Comedy and Fantasy romance bestseller lists at MBAM. Nice.
My Christmas decorations are up. My anniversary and birthday were also last week. The twins’ birthday is next week. They don’t know it but we’re going to the Rainforest Café for a safari celebration. Life here is moving at a pretty fast clip right now. And we got snow. About 2 inches so far, enough to make me feel Christmassy .
I really don’t have much else to say. So… BYE!