I’m starting a new book and having way more fun than should be allowed, so I thought I’d set off a few firecrackers early. I adore the 4th of July and it’s never too early to celebrate!
I’m throwing in that comment to make up for the other 360 days a year when I whine and bellyache and make like writing is such a mindbending, backbreaking profession. Let’s face it, we’re being paid to make up lies for a living. How much better can it get than that? On top of lying for a living, we can throw ex-spouses, back-stabbing friends, and old bosses into the book and blow them up and torture them if we like. Writing is what happens when you spend too much time daydreaming!
And since today is an unusually gorgeous day, I can take my pen and paper out to the patio or courtyard and scribble and rock while I work, listening to the birds cheap, watching the chipmunks scamper… until the neighbor turns on his leaf blower anyway.
I know the heat and humidity will return tomorrow and my editor will call and ask just what I was thinking when I made the heroine smack the hero in front of an audience and my agent will call and tell me my new proposal is unmarketable, but in the meantime, Happy Fourth, Happy Birthday Whoever, Happy Life Everyone!
And for the gardeners among you, here’s my ash tree… (Now, if only I could make these images stay where I put them instead of lining up like little soldiers...) 