Flotsam

HA! Bet I surprised you, didn't I? I'm sure you didn't expect to see me back here again so soon, did you? Just goes to show that we writers can be unpredictable. So really, be prepared...for anything!

Got up while the world was still sleeping, wrapped in a darkness so thick it felt like black wool wrapped around the house, and worked on catching up. Because really, unless I catch up a bit I won't be able to write anything new. So...catching up.

I added the final polishing strokes to a short story I've written called Bay Leaves and Bundles. It is a Colonial-era romance, a quick bit of sweet fun, that will be published by The Wild Rose Press. Sometime this summer, I think, but I have no firm date yet. Anyhow, I added the final edits and sent that off.

Whew. One bit of catching up done!

My wonderful editor for my American Rose titles, Nicole, did me a great service this past weekend. As you all know, it was Easter weekend, which is a busy time for everyone. Last week I got the galley for Freedom's Touch. So I did a read through and sent in the errata. There were quite a few issues that had to be changed yet I knew I wouldn't be available to do them until...today. And it releases...um, in two days. See the crunch factor? Well Nicole stepped right in and took care of it all and now Freedom's Touch will release on Friday as planned. If she was here I'd hug her so tightly she'd probably smack me. :) Editors can be your best asset or your worst enemy. Nicole is much better, even, than being simply an asset. She is an amazing woman, and I am very lucky to know her. YAY FOR NICOLE!!

Big whew. One huge bit of catching up, done by super-editor Nicole!

Aside from visiting with you, I've still got to give some thought this morning to an author website. I've been putting off getting one up and running but I think I'm at the end of my putting-off period. My titles are piling up and my first full-length novel, Snowdance, releases in August. So I think I'll have to cave on this one and do the website thing--soon! For now, though, the wooliness of morning is lifting. Gentle fingers of light poke through the darkness and I am called...

Until next time.