Today, I’m a lazy blogger.
Or maybe that’s a tired blogger.
Or both. In any case, I slept in, I’m still in my p.j.’s, and I’m writing on my laptop. That’s probably more information than you wanted or needed, right there.
I’ve been working all weekend, and at very odd hours, too. I think this book (The Texas McKettricks: Tate) may be the most challenging story I’ve ever written–and quite possibly, the best.
Don’t worry–Independence Day did not go entirely uncelebrated around here. Mary Ann and Larry invited me down for a nice supper of cold chicken and all the good fixin’s that go along with that. Our weather was beautiful, right through the Fourth–then along came the rain, cooling things down and blessing the dry ground. I faithfully water my patio garden, but the plants LOVE a good rain just the same.
And so do I.
Within reason.
