Stormy Weather

Monday, Feb 28

Ain’t no sun up in the sky….

🙂 We’re getting snow and big winds–will March (hey, universe, it starts tomorrow) come in like a lion and go out like a lamb? Or vice versa?

This has been an amazing winter. 🙂 Now, for an amazing spring.


OK, that’s my quota of whining for the year. I’m actually in a good place, because I’m writing a new story, and the latest release, “A Creed in Stone Creek”, is doing very well out there in the big world. Sadie-beagle feels much better and Bernice had a haircut and a bath on Friday–before that, we were calling her Double-dog, since she had enough hair for two. 🙂 She looks so cute–like a little sheep recently shorn.

Back to listening to books this weekend, as opposed to reading them. I AM unpredictable. 🙂 I’m into Alice Hoffman’s “The Red Garden”. It’s fascinating, but it touches me in some very raw places, too, particularly in scenes dealing with children and animals. Hoffman’s prose is poetic, a quality I love in books, and it’s an emotional experience–she bruises the heart by telling the unflinching truth, which is not always easy to take. (Reminds me of Harry Truman’s response to a question about his nickname, Give Em Hell Harry. Paraphrased, he said, “I don’t give them hell. I just tell the truth, and they think it’s hell.”).

Downloaded Netflix onto my iPad and, look out, I’m in the 21st century! Watched “The Young Victoria” in whatever part of the house I happened to be in at the time–loved it, too. Very romantic, lots of granduer, etc. But is my eyesight failing, or was that movie dark? Maybe the studio didn’t pay the light bill?

Also took in PBS’s “The Story of India”, which was fascinating.

Lastly, there was the art therapy, self-administered. 🙂 I used a two-part solution from the craft store to make my ATCs look like rusted metal, then sketched on some sunflowers, partially eclipsed, and shaded them. They’re pretty cool. Soon as I figure out Flickr, I’ll be posting art there for those of you who want to see it–all three of you. 🙂 (Just kidding.)

Rambling is a sure and certain sign that it’s time for me to be quiet.

That’s the news, friends. Welcome to a brand new week.

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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