We're back from a whirlwind trip to the East Bay to visit four sets of relatives (one visit to ex-inlaws, one to my brother's house to drop off Christmas presents (!), and see two sets of children and their cousins), all in one day! Not terribly satisfying and a lot of driving, but when your kids live out-of-state, you have to see them when you can, even for a few hours.
Dog complained bittely the whole time, as my brother's dog had to stay inside and Fizzbo had to stay outside, except for a quick romp through the flower beds when we arrived.
Ate too much and talked too loud. The usual family gathering.
Back at work on my memoir, Accidental Cowgirl. Will it never end?
ML
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Thank God its January!
As many have observed before me, being your own boss means you can write in your pajamas, anytime. That's the good news. The bad news is, that being your own boss means you can write in your pajamas, anytime.
So here I sit in my pajamas, slovenly and content. I think my husband has forgotten what I look like dressed up.
It's mighty cold here in Northern California these days, but it least the Christmas rush is behind us and we can get down to more serious things, which in my case means marketing like mad. I've gotten a few reviews of my book, Briarhopper, and so far they're favorable. This has emboldened me to finally finish Accidental Cowgirl, which I started six years ago. I'm almost done. Then I can market them both at the same time—isn't that what they call working smarter? I hope so—wish me luck.
The garden is under 6 inches of hay and the citrus orchard, which is in pots, has been moved as close as possible to the house for reflected warmth. It was 27° on our back deck this morning. Saw great blue heron on my chilly doggie-walk. Wish us luck tonight. So far only one of our pipes has burst.
So here I sit in my pajamas, slovenly and content. I think my husband has forgotten what I look like dressed up.
It's mighty cold here in Northern California these days, but it least the Christmas rush is behind us and we can get down to more serious things, which in my case means marketing like mad. I've gotten a few reviews of my book, Briarhopper, and so far they're favorable. This has emboldened me to finally finish Accidental Cowgirl, which I started six years ago. I'm almost done. Then I can market them both at the same time—isn't that what they call working smarter? I hope so—wish me luck.
The garden is under 6 inches of hay and the citrus orchard, which is in pots, has been moved as close as possible to the house for reflected warmth. It was 27° on our back deck this morning. Saw great blue heron on my chilly doggie-walk. Wish us luck tonight. So far only one of our pipes has burst.
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