In case you’re confused by the title of this blog–and who could blame you if you were–it’s supposed to sound like the song. 🙂
Just be glad I didn’t actually SING it.
As some of you know, I share my birthday with my late dad, Grady “Skip” Lael, so we’re including him in the festivities.
I have writing to do, especially after being away for a while, but I’m not sure that will happen today. Big plans: grocery store, a possible stop at Target for new pajamas (only my “famous author” clothes are fancy–everything else is built for everyday life and, in most cases, splotched with paint or gesso–or both), a quiet dinner with family, right here on the old homestead.
How do I feel about being a year older? Grateful, for the most part. After all, consider the alternative…
New York stories begin tomorrow.
Be well.
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.
