Where do the days go??? Five minutes ago, it was Monday!
I had the BEST writing day yesterday–really made some progress. I plan to write today and take the weekend off to do crafts, watch videos on Joggles.com, among other sites, and listen to at least one audio-book. 🙂 I just finished a sort-of suspense novel called DON’T TRY TO FIND ME, and it was pretty good. It’s a family-in-crisis story, about a 14 year old girl who runs away from home, and what her parents go through trying to find her. Rough going at times, because running away is never a good idea, and young Marley has to learn that the hard way. If there are any teenagers reading this and thinking about leaving home, listen up. Don’t do it. There are some really, REALLY bad people out there, and trust me, they WILL hurt you if they get the opportunity. If you can’t talk to Mom and/or Dad–not if you just think you can’t, but if you really, truly can’t–approach a teacher, your doctor, a priest, rabbi or minister, or a friend’s parents, anyone you know you can trust. There ARE solutions, no matter how bad things may seem.
Here’s me, up on my soapbox again. 🙂 Now, for the part where I ramble.
The Canadian Wrangler is mending slowly but surely. Thanks for all your words of encouragement; I know he appreciates them.
Little Gibson is turning out to be quite the chow-hound, and he’s growing like the proverbial weed. We all love him so much, and we are all thankful for your prayers and good wishes.
I was up early again this morning, studying the Course in Miracles, enjoying the candlelight, and cutting house shapes out of watercolor paper for a project I’ll be working on over the weekend. (Not that it can really be called work.)
Just glanced out my office window and saw a flock of turkeys trotting by, single-file. They’re real comedians, those birds, and some of them are huge. I’ve seen them try to perch on the slender branches of my Aspen trees and bob up and down like crazy. Maybe they think they’re robins…? When early November rolls around, we start warning them to be careful. 🙂 We see a lot of deer, too, along with the usual coyotes, and the occasional moose, too. I am still awed when Bowinkle shows up.
I’ll be announcing this week’s contest winners on Monday, right here on this blog, so be sure to stop by. A new round will start the same day, and all you have to do to enter is comment.
Have an extra-special weekend, my friends.
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.
