Right now, part of the theme song from that old television show “Rawhide”, is running through my mind. You know the one, back when Clint Eastwood was a nobody? And those words are, “rollin’, rollin’, rollin”. That’s me! Ready to roll.
I’m leaving on a five-city tour next week, to promote the first book in the Creed trilogy, “Logan”, and I am so excited! I’m hitting three of my favorite cities–Denver, Colorado Springs and San Antonio–as well as two I’ve never been to: Billings and Cheyenne. Talk about Cowboy Towns! Yee-haw!!! In Billings, I’ll be hanging out with my rodeo buddy, artist Steve Miller, and his gorgeous wife, Terry, and getting a tour of Montana Silversmiths. Among other things, the MSS people make the knock-out silver belt buckles awarded to champions at the National Finals Rodeo in Las Vegas every year. Steve is a gifted western sculptor, and I’m looking forward to getting a peek at some of his new pieces while I’m in town.
The book I’m writing now, “A Creed Country Christmas”, is really flowing. Busy as I am, I’m working hard to get it to my editor’s desk before I leave for the tour. I’ll be writing more about the modern-day O’Ballivans, too, in a Silhouette Special Edition titled “At Home in Stone Creek.” After that, I’ll begin my new contemporary western trilogy, The Texas McKettricks.
Sadie-beagle continues to improve with her acquatics therapy–she lost 2 full pounds the first week, and that’s great, but her brown eyes tell the story. She’s feeling MUCH better, even without the Beggin’ Strips. She’s more active, too, and so pleased when it’s time to get into the truck and head for “swimming lessons”, as we call them around here.
More snow coming this weekend, but thanks to my medicine and some deliberate changes in the way I think–along with more supportive friends and family members than I ever dreamed I had–I’m on the upswing, just like Sadie. This time, I won’t try to resist a weather system! 🙂
Picture me pushing up my sleeves and planting my feet.
Bring it on, world. You may be tough, but we’re one hell of a lot tougher, my pardners and me.
