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Yes, it’s been hanging out in the sidebar for awhile, but I wanted to post a larger size. I heart Anne Cain. She does wonderful covers. :worthy:

Understood releases December 19th.

Isn’t she cute? She’s so excited that it’s “mommy’s book.”

I’m whispering, but I think maybe the sickies have finally left. :sweating:

Middle child has been home the last two days running a huge fever and puking. :puke: Yeah, lovely, I know. But all seems better today, and I no longer have the headache that had me wanting to cleave my forehead in two.

Which is good because we have a dove hunting trip planned for tomorrow. :shoot: Should be a blast. Friend of ours has the entire hotel rented out for our group. We’ll go down tomorrow, hunt until dark and the goof off the rest of the evening.

Few random snippets. I’m giving away a signed copy of Seducing Simon over at Writeminded today to celebrate the print release. I’m also over at Romance Junkies for the next two days for staff pick days. I’ll be giving away lots of cool prizes and chatting with the readers. It should be fun, so hop over if you get the chance.

My daughter was sick over the weekend. The amazing thing about when kids get sick, is that they can come down with one set of symptoms, get well, then they make YOU sick with a whole different set of symptoms. Daughter had fever and upset stomach. I get headache and sore throat. :huh:

So since I’ll be busy with Romance Junkies staff pick days, I’m gonna go shop for an ebook or two and curl up in my comfy chair to chat and read a good book. I’m taking a sick day. :passedout:

Today was supposed to be another drive to Houston, but my baby is home with a fever and it was raining to beat hell this morning when I got up, so I rescheduled Houston for another day.

We’re at home enjoying sweet baby snuggles, watching it rain and watching Disney. Really, it doesn’t get much better than that :hug:

I’m blogging over at the Berkley Babes today, and I’m giving away a signed copy of Seducing Simon. Come on over and visit and enter for your chance to win :cheer:

I SO don’t wanna go :crying: I hate driving through Houston. I hate wasting an entire day driving there and back for a doctors appointment. I’d much rather be working. And I was an idiot. I should have scheduled my appointment for NEXTweek. Then I could go to Borders and fondle my book. Which means I’ll have to make another trip soon…

Hope everyone has a good day! I’m off for a session in defensive driving. :cursesign:

Yep, that’s me. In the throes of a nuclear meltdown. Sigh…I hate it when this happens. You’ll note there is no surprise on my part. Meltdowns occur fairly regularly in my world. I exist in a vicious cycle of feel good then meltdown lol. My latest crisis, well, it would take too long to explain and I’ve already spent the last time whining and commiserating with Amy. With any luck, I’ll have some sort of epiphany and get past my latest roadblock. :hanging:

If you want to know how bad it is, well, yesterday I spent all day at the deer camp putting up treestands with a bunch of beer drinking good ole boys. :drunk: Then went to another good ole boy fest where there was grilled ribeyes and more beer. Then this morning I got up and spent the entire day cleaning my house. Top to bottom. I cleaned shit I haven’t cleaned in over a year. I’ve worked myself into a boneless glob of fatigue in an effort to NOT think about my latest project. At this point Im so desperate for ways of procrastinating and delaying the inevitable that I’m willing to tackle just about anything. :puke:

Maybe tomorrow I’ll go weed all my dead flowers. :enguard:

I got a peek at my cover for Understood, my December 19th release. I was really pleased. Once again, Anne Cain delivered what I wanted. :banana: I can’t wait to see what she comes up with for my January releases. I have two, one historical and one contemporary. Hopefully I’ll be able to post the December cover pretty quickly.

I’m hating where I currently am on my proposal. I’m full of doubts. :help: Everything I come up with doesn’t feel good enough. After coasting through a few months of high spirits and healthy confidence level, I guess it’s time for a plummet into the abyss again. :dunno: At least I got a lot of work done before the downturn.

I envy writers who can sit down and get it done no matter what. My creativity is too tied to my moods. If I’m in the right frame of mind, I can create magic. But if Im flailing, my writing goes straight down the toilet. The thing is, I used to could sit down and write crap. Believe me, I did it often enough. I could blissfully put words to computer and be content to go back and make it pretty and shiny later. While I still write pretty fast, I’m not near as quick as I used to be. I labor more over each word, every sentence and paragraph. It DOES cut down more on the editing I have to do, but it can be frustrating when I’m stopping too often to correct something mid thought. So while my first drafts are much tighter and require fewer corrections, they come much slower than they used to.

And that’s where I am at my current proposal. Instead of just writing crap, getting it out of my head and onto paper, Im mulling, obsessing, peeling each word painfully from my brain. I’m scrapping ideas before they ever make it to document which means Im spending a lot of time looking at white space.

How was everyone’s weekend? The weather here was gorgeous. Instead of the usual 100 degrees it was more like 90. :cheer:

We took a spur of the moment trip to my sister’s in Louisiana. It turned out to be a family gathering as my brother drove in and we met up at my dad’s. It was fun but exhausting. My little niece (she’s five weeks old and soooooo cute!) was just a little doll. Really, there is nothing sweeter than a newborn.

So me, being the sweet, NICE sister I am, offered to take a feeding shift in the middle of the night so my sister could get a good night’s sleep for once. My husband good naturedly took the 11pm feeding and then I got up at 2am when she woke up again. Wide awake. Bright eyed and bushy tailed awake. She wasn’t going back to sleep. No way huh uh.

So she ate, pooped, ate some more then pooped again. Spit up, I changed her, then she spit up again. Then she cooed and gooed at me while we had an indepth girly conversation as it wore on from 3am to 4am. Is it any wonder God makes newborns so darn cute? If he didn’t, the population would drop by 50 percent lol.

At 4am, I crawled back into bed with hubby who turns over and says, “You want another one?” We both died laughing and gave quick thanks that our youngest is six and quite self sufficient these days. :kissing: