Praise Be!

Tuesday, Apr 22

The SUN is shining! After heavy snow flurries yesterday, spring appears to be here. Thank heaven.

I wrote a chapter yesterday, and it was a thrilling experience, distracting me from the nasty weather. On to the dentist’s office when I finished–for what the dentist and I BOTH thought would be a simple filling, but turned out to be a crown, involving lots of drilling and taking impressions. Yikes. I’m into the Silva Method (intense meditation) after a long absence from it, and I certainly used the techniques yesterday. There was no pain, but the sound of that drill–well, you know. Anyway, Silva worked.

Very early tomorrow morning (4:30 to be exact), a car will arrive to take me to the airport for a flight to Chicago. I’m having dinner with the Levy folks–they are a major book wholesaler/distributor, and sell other media, too–and some of my friends from Harlequin. It’s a short trip–as much as I’m looking forward to it, I hate to leave Dylan and Kristy, even for a couple of days–and I’ll be back Thursday afternoon. No doubt I will have tales to tell, as David Baldacci, one of my favorite writers, is the main speaker. (I also like Greg Ilses, Laura Lippman, and Mary Higgins Clark, among others). It will be a convivial time–lots to see and hear and learn. I always enjoy meeting with the lovely folks at Levy, and getting together with all my buddies at Harlequin. The offshoot of all this being that I won’t be on the blog until Friday morning.

My stepmother, Edith Lael of Grand Coulee, WA, sent me a rosebush–it’s called Veteran’s Honor, and will have lovely, deep red blossoms. Of course, it is in honor of my favorite veteran of all–my late father, Skip, who served proudly in the Pacific during WW2, as a United States Marine. When I called to thank Edith, she passed on a bit of folklore. You’re not supposed to thank the giver for a plant, she tells me, because that keeps it from growing. So I said, “Why’d you give me that darn plant, anyhow?” and we both laughed. (I cried a little, too. I miss my dad something fierce.)

I’m getting excited about the May 10-18 trip to London with Sister Sally. Among other things, I plan to do an ATC journal of the trip–one card for each day. I guess you could say I have a VISION of what a wonderful experience this is going to be.

I will be back on Friday morning, and tell ALL.

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.

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