Anna Adams

Off to hang out with my fellow writer friends. That’ll be a good day, and usually there’s a signing afterward.  (Shhh. Don’t tell the people who fear the tottering bookshelves in my abode.)

Only 66 degrees outside at 8:10 in the a.m. That must mean the seasons are really going to change soon. When I chose this beautiful theme, I thought I was a bit early for autumn, but maybe fall could use a hint to come early!

Reading:  No changes. I swam and worked yesterday, and when I finally put everything aside to read, I suddenly woke up and it was morning. Don’t remember a thing in between. I’m tempted to skip the meeting to read, but I tend to be a bit of a recluse–which isn’t good–and I promised a good friend I’d go. As the beloved reminded me, I tend to always want to cancel these things at the last minute. Introvert-writer syndrome. (And I’m clearly so unnerved by the thought of actual contact with other people, I’ve split an infinitive!)  

Happy Saturday to all!

Mind you, that doesn’t mean as much when you work from home. The work is always there. You can’t really close the office door because with writing, so much of your office is in your head. Demanding to be let out.  

Nevertheless, it’s Friday, and tomorrow, my local writer’s group meets, and I’m going.  I love being with other writers. The excitement rubs off, and the sense of it’s being my business to do my business is always a good thing to reinforce. (My–the way I loose the bonds of clarity in a blog post.  But I’m not editing. Doing enough editing elsewhere right now!)

I keep forgetting to add what I’m reading:  Two books–Queen Isabella by Alison Weir and Taken for Revenge, Bedded for Pleasure, by India Grey. Loving both of them tooooo much! Alison Weir is my favorite biographer, and I’ve enjoyed her new forays into fiction as well. I’m feeling for Queen Isabella right now.  Talk about marrying into a hornet’s nest. And at one point yesterday, I put Inda Grey’s book aside to say, “Man, she’s good.”  Her hero did something so heroic. I don’t want to give it away, but I was in awe.

I have to put the Kindle out of my reach–which actually means leaving it at home when I head for my usual table at B&N. (“Usual table” generally means a spot in a place with more wicked possibilities, doesn’t it? Or have I been watching too much noir in the wee hours of the a.m.?)

And August, already. We had a cooler July than normal, but August has been a sauna. When I was a child, we went back to school the last Wednesday in August and then had Labor Day off. About this time in August, I’d start getting excited about the new school year. Even in college. I loved starting the new term. And I lived in the middle of nowhere, so didn’t get to see my friends except in school. (I knew there was a reason that “School of the Air” thing in Australian romances appealed !)

The children in our county went back to school this past Monday. I know they have more vacation during the year than we did, and that’s a good thing. (Those months between January and June–seemed as if they stretched into three or four years–especially in high school.) But I wonder what the children would choose now if they had a choice. More of those lovely summer days, or more days off during the school year”

Well, enough musing.   The house is quiet. Girl’s at work. Beloved, busy with his buddies today. I can actually work at home. Wonder why it’s so easy to work with the distraction of a coffee shop, but so difficult with the distraction of two people I love, roaming and “observing.” (You wonder what observing means? They always have something to say and a desperate need to say it. Right now–or even better–ten minutes ago, because another observation will arise!)

Normally, I’m annoyed that I’m awake when the rest of the world sleeps, but here it is, way dark in the morning, and the temp has fallen a few degrees, and the world is quiet. And all mine.

Even as I say that, the cat apparently heard my keyboard tapping, and has begun to demand breakfast.

So the world is all mine and the cat’s. I’m going to give up trying to sleep and make some coffee and do a bit of work–just as if night has not run straight into the next day. My friend and I talked too much yesterday, and I didn’t finish the task I’d set myself–completing the proposal I’ve been pushing aside all week for other work and sending to my editor. Darkness will not fall tonight before the proposals go.

One way to consider insomnia:  I’m not wasting time with feckless sleeping!  

I hope you’re reading this hours from now, after restful sleep and slowly waking to a fun weekend!

Better go feed Kitty. He can be an angry not-so-young cat!

Probably sounds like a non sequitur if you don’t have a blinding headache. The heat has returned with its friend Al (aka Allergen), and my head is hoping to explode by around noon.  So, naturally, I want a soup with some beans and tomatoes in it. (You know that makes sense.) Mmmm–on top, a sprinkle (okay, make it a mountain) of parmesan. If my head misses the explosion deadline, I know what I’m doing for supper!

Thought I’d add something new to the new blog–a note on what I’m reading. Since I’m working on three romance proposals, I’m taking a romance-reading break (break from reading romance, just in case that last phrase was migraine-induced) in favor of mystery.

I have Krista Davis‘s latest, The Diva Takes the Cake, but I so loved The Diva Runs Out of Thyme, I’m trying to hold off on devouring the cake. Scouting about for something similar, but different, I found Louise Penny’s Still Life, which has absolutely amazing reviews.  It’s the first in her series of Three Pines mysteries, and I cannot make myself read a series out of order–can you?  Anyway. I’m finding Still Life hard going right now, but I’m not ready to give up. You know when you’re reading a book that you haven’t fallen for entirely, but you feel a spark of possible love?  Honestly, when I was younger, I could not put down an unfinished book, but that isn’t the case these days. I’m clinging to Still Life because I know it will make me love it soon.