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Writing, Walking, Reading

What a busy yesterday. I finally managed to polish a chapter to send my CP. She probably keeled over in shock!  I need to learn the meaning of the words, “Let go.”

Went for a walk. We’ve had so much lightning lately, no one has used the pool, so we had to shock it–can’t swim in it for a while after shocking. So I did about 2.5 miles on my feet. I hate exercise, but I love the way I feel afterward–much more cheerful.

Also started The Diva Runs Out of Thyme. I’m already under its spell again. I love a mystery set around my favorite holiday–Thanksgiving, of course!  Imagine the new authors I’m going to learn about, reading the reviews for the RIP Challenge.

However–first comes my own writing–then the reward of more great reading! Better jump back in to my chapters!

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Reading Challenge–RIP IV

While frittering away my time twittering last night, I stumbled across the RIP IV challenge. (Visit for details on the challenge.)

Here’s an excerpt from the site.

It was a desire to celebrate and share that love of the elements of gothic fiction that inspired me to create the firstR.I.P. Challenge, four years ago.

Readers Imbibing Peril, that is what it is all about. I hope you’ll consider joining us on this more eerie road less traveled.

Walk this way.

Mystery.
Suspense.
Thriller.
Dark Fantasy.
Gothic.
Horror.
Supernatural.

The desire for the thrill that comes with this kind of reading drifts in on the autumn winds. You breathe it in and it takes hold of you, tempting you to late nights, book-in-hand, turning pages and starting at every unknown noise. Something wicked this way comes…

I find that kind of melodramatic fear to be a delicious intoxication, one that makes this time of year an especially enjoying time to be a reader. There is enough bad fear in the world: fear of losing one’s job, fear of the state of the world, fear of failure…the list is endless. It is time to reject that fear, embrace hope, and while doing so embrace the fun kind of fear–the kind that had us sitting around camp fires as children, listening to adults tell us ghost stories. The kind that made you want to stay up past your bed time to peek at the late night scary movie on television.

There are two simple goals to the R.eaders I.mbibing P.eril Challenge:

1. Have fun reading.
2. Share that fun with others.

As I do each and every year, there are multiple levels of participation that allow you to be a part of R.I.P. IVwithout adding the burden of another commitment to your already busy lives.

R.I.P. IV officially runs from September 1st through October 31st. But lets go ahead and break the rules. Lets start today!!!

Multiple perils await you. You can participate in just one, or participate in them all.

I’ve chosen two read two mysteries for the two months, and my first two will be by Krista Davis. I read The Diva Runs Out of Thyme last year and loved it, so I’ve been planning to read it again. I also bought the second book in the series, The Diva Takes the Cake, and I still haven’t had time to read it. (See? I needed this challenge!) I have a copy of Agatha Christie‘s Halloween Party, which I haven’t yet read, but it seems appropriate, and I’ll probably choose a Peter Robinson after that. Over the summer I had myself a Peter Robinson binge. Mind you, I’m still finishing Still Life, by Louise Penny. Anyway, apparently, after you read your selections, if you’re planning to review, you go to the RIP IV Review Site to post a link to your review.

That’s my plan. Hope I’ve understood the directions, but since the point is to have fun and read, I think it’ll all be great!

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Monday Migraine and Polishing, Polishing…

We’re having all kinds of rain and I love it, but my sinuses are such great barometers, I’m wasting my time not being a fisherman. I know long before the weather channels when one should stay in for a storm!  I digress–which is what I do best during migraines.

The US Open is on this week. Exciting stuff, because I’ve fallen in love with tennis again. I planned a great deal of my youthful weekends around tennis, but as rackets grew and volleys subsided, I lost interest because seeing how hard these players could bang a ball into an ace just didn’t work for me. The game seems to have changed back again while I was being all disdainful. Plus, the tennis channel (what a lovely thing) has been showing “classic” matches. (That would be matches we old folks watched!) And I am positioned in front of the TV with the sound set just high enough to get a flavor of sound (migraine) and my head turned away from the screen.

This laptop screen is a bit harsh, too, but I need to get back to work. I thought this proposal would be a matter of polishing, but I had to start over. Something felt off about the story, and I think I’ve figured that out, but I’ve been producing all new pages. New work is all about learning. I’m trying a different line and I’m excited about it, but I’ve got to get the voice right.

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When a Rose is not a Rose

Any other name just won’t always work in a romance. If you can’t love your hero/heroine’s name, the story becomes difficult to write. My heroine’s name is Ava, and for some reason, it’s always bothered me. Now, it’s gone from bothering me to stopping me every time I type it. (Which probably means there’s a different, deeper problem, but I’m focusing on an annoyance I can easily pinpoint.)

Anyway, I’m going to start the healing process by finding a name that doesn’t make me twitch! I reused a name from an earlier book in one of the proposals I submitted recently. Not sure why, but it was the only name that worked for my hero.

Join me. Let us hie to the coffee pot for succor!

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Busy Friday

Loving the rain, loving the cooler temps, may take a cool swim!  🙂

Ran out early to do errands, but I suddenly discover I can’t do laundry unless I want to wash the duds in dishwashing detergent.  Hmmm. Wonder if that would work? I’d better not try as I don’t want to explain the flood o’suds to my family members (daughter and beloved) who believe I couldn’t get by without their advice on urgent matters, such as making a sandwich, folding a t-shirt–especially driving. I’m not the klutz this makes me sound–I just live with people whose only goal in life is to control the world. After all, they could run it best!  (But not together.)

Oh, well. The girl bought some sunflower seeds for a salad. I have this addiction. I need to replace sunflower seeds before she wants another salad.  And tidy up the telltale sunflower seed evidence!

But before I do anything else, I’m getting back to my lovely Alpha hero. Who knew I could write one?

Happy weekend!

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Suddenly, a Spam Magnet

I seem to be a spam target all of a sudden so I’ve put the comments on moderation. Please, leave a comment–it’ll show up. I just have to approve it first–which I’ll happily do unless you’re a spammer.

What is the matter with people?  Who gets any good stuff out of spam?  Someone who has more free time than I.

Okay–I’m whining.  Sorry!  🙂

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Catching Up

I usually go to the beach in the fall. It’s my favorite time of year for a beach visit. Not going this year, but it’s on my mind, so I’m posting a photo of last year’s beach.

Today is random day again. All my stuff to do doesn’t really connect.

Get car washed. I am stunned by the layer of bugs my car apparently charmed into its windshield and grill.

Figure out passwords on any sites I visit. I made the mistake of looking at statistics for my own site and followed a link to a site that stopped by here. It was so foul it made me clean my laptop. I hate to be judgmental (except in this instance), but some people are more like vermin.

Back to my list of stuff. Finish unpacking. I often stumble across my suitcase for months after a trip. I actually used the “vintage cover” Harlequin bag I received at the RWA conference for a suitcase so I should be more eager to unpack. (It topples.)

And–today being haul-the-trash-to-the-curb day, empty the fridge.  Hate that job almost as much as cleaning toilets.

Final task–finish that chapter I thought I’d finish yesterday. Still thickening the story! It’s like any soup. When do you know it’s tasty? If I were at the beach, my instincts would be sharper.

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Home Again

I’ve just been in Texas for some exceedingly happy family time!  Everything was wonderful. Warmth and welcome and amazing food and so much laughter I think my cheeks are still sore. Only one fly in the ointment. Who knew it could get hotter and hotter during the night when the day has been at 100+?  Actually, I guess only the heat index rose, but–wow. Glad to be back where 79 suddenly feels like Fall, and a couple of the trees around the pool are painting their leaves yellow.

But–if anyone in the fam reads this, I’m wishing you too much happiness!  Love you so much!

Now–back to work. I worked while I was away, and I’m close to submitting a new proposal. This is the most exciting time for a writer. My plan for post-submission:  Finish the book!

Here’s where I’m working until those leaves finish yellowing and the lovely cold comes!

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Oops–Late Start

Busy week around here. Sorry. However, I do have something cool to share. Because this is Harlequin’s 60th anniversary, they’re doing an exhibition of Mills & Boon and Harlequin covers.  These are some photos they’ve posted online.

I hope you’ll enjoy as much as I do. They start in the 20s and come all the way forward. I love to see the difference in fashion and the way different kinds of titles come into–and go out of–vogue. I prefer the vintage, more romantic titles, but I guess today’s titles leave us readers in no doubt as to the kind of stories we’re getting.

Gotta run, but take a look! (Tempting you with a second link–just in case the first one didn’t make ya look!)

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Finally, Something to Post About

So–the girl and I are watching Phineas and Ferb and Cash Cab–you know–getting our culture on! And the question on CC was about Caterpillar.  My girl confided a childhood story.

Apparently, one day when “they” were doing construction on her elementary school’s playground, her teacher warned the children that the construction company had left a bobcat. I don’t know if the girl thought bobcats just made natural playground construction bodyguards or what, but as the teacher warned them that they would get hurt if they played around it, my baby’s sense of anxiety mounted.

“Why would they send us outside to play with a wild animal?”

I love my girl. I mean I LOVE her!  🙂

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