That’s another of my mom’s words. (She has her own language, Hazelese.)
As you can see, I’m late getting this blog up. I slept in–and then journaled and painted for an hour or so to get going.
The book, TYLER, is going very well. Writing it is a rugged experience, though, because in addition to a very strong romance, there are some pretty meaty issues to be resolved. Since the writer goes through everything the characters do, I feel wrung out by the time I write that last page of the day–emotionally and physically, at least.
The sun is out, high and bright, and this will be a hot day. The air-conditioning is on the blink–but at least the smoke alarms aren’t beeping! Sweet heaven, that about drove Bernice and me right around the bend.
Nothing to do but saddle up and ride. Round up those strays. So it’s off to Creed Country for me.
More tomorrow. If nothing is beeping.