🙂 Maybe doing the blog in two parts will confuse the gremlins.
Once Debbie was finished at the office, we drove back to her place, which, by the way, was decorated with no less than NINE Christmas trees and I don’t know how many Nativity Scenes–she collects those. To say the least, it was beautiful. Soon, members of the local Romance Writers of American chapter, along with a few non-writer friends, began showing up for the potluck luncheon Debbie had arranged. I had so much fun at this gathering, as many of the guests were long-time friends I hadn’t seen in way too long!
Busy enough for you? Well, hold onto your hat. No moss grows under Debbie’s feet, I’m here to tell you. 🙂 As soon as the party was over, Debbie and I motored back to Seattle, where we checked into a hotel room, did a little shopping, and enjoyed a lovely dinner at a restaurant called Sullivan’s. More laughter, more shop talk, more catching up in general ensued. That was an early night, since the next day was slated to be a busy one, too. In the a.m., after a nice hotel breakfast and some bantering with a very personable waiter, we drove to Jayne Ann Krentz’s to enjoy her annual Christmas luncheon. As always, there was great food, a spectacular view of Elliott Bay from Jayne’s living room, and the best company, ever. All the guests are writers, and I’ve know most of them forever. It’s always a joy to see them again and, with all our lives so busy these days, about the only time I get to see these beloved friends is at Jayne’s party.
But wait, there’s still more. Debbie and I drove back to Port Orchard, stopping at a hotel near SeaTac airport on the way to pick up friends of Debbie’s (that story is hers to tell, so I won’t recount it here, except to say these folks are truly delightful.) We dropped the pair off at the Cedar Cove Bed and Breakfast (yes, it’s a real place), went back to Debbie’s, rested for an hour or so, and then went BACK to Seattle. (No, I’m not kidding.) Since Debbie and Wayne have a box at the Kingdome (they are serious Seahawk fans), and there was a party for the boxholders, we dove into yet another celebration. (We appear with Santa on Debbie’s Facebook page.) 🙂 Well, suffice it to say, I had a blast. Debbie dropped me off at a hotel after the shindig, where I promptly collapsed in happy exhaustion, and I flew home to Spokane early the next morning. Now do you see why I was so upset when the gremlins ate my first account? 🙂
So now you’re up to speed on the most recent Debbie/Linda adventure. More tomorrow. Or the next day. 🙂
About Linda
The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is a #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels, most of which reflect her love of the West.
Raised in Northport, Washington, Linda pursued her wanderlust, living in London and Arizona and traveling the world before returning to the state of her birth to settle down on a horse property outside Spokane.
