Yep. I’ve got my eye on a little paint, located for me by my excellent brother, Jerry, who knows his horses. I don’t even know the critter’s name yet, but one look at his picture and I said to myself, “He’s the one for me.” Four of my horses, Buck, Banjo, Skye and Coco, are too green for me to ride. April is a cowgirl’s dream. Now, when I go riding, somebody will be able to ride with me–twice the fun.
The new doors I ordered MONTHS ago arrived this morning, and wouldn’t you know, when the crates came off–wrong doors. I have two choices here: immense frustration, or calm acceptance. I chose the latter, but I’m gritting my teeth a little! I guess this stuff just comes with construction and renovation.
Big things on the horizon, though. I’m going to New York in early December, to meet with the Harlequin crew and have lunch with some of the Barnes and Noble people. New York in December! I’m sure looking forward to seeing the City in its Christmas garb. On the way back from New York, I’ll be stopping in Las Vegas to attend the National Finals Rodeo. The people at Montana Silversmiths are treating me like an honored guest, and who knows? I might have a little luck on the slot machines, too.
In the meantime, I’m going to polish “A McKettrick Christmas” and send it off to my beloved editor. As always, Joan’s input made the story infinitely richer and better–I’ll be able to present it to you with pride.
My mom spotted “The McKettrick Way” at Fred Meyer a day or so ago. I didn’t think it was going to be out until next week sometime. If you’re chompin’ at the bit to read about Meg McKettrick and Brad O’Ballivan, you might want to check out your local Freddy’s.
Back to work.
