It has been a busy, busy few weeks. I’m running way behind where I wanted to be in certain things, but I did get the revisions on The Barbed Rose finished and sent back to New York. It’s looking good, I think.
Next week, I’ll be starting on the last book in The One Rose trilogy, which has no title yet. I have a few things I want to have happen, but beyond that, I’m not clear. Which is why I’m glad I’ll be meeting up with my critique partners in Dallas this coming weekend at the Dreamin’ in Dallas conference. We always brainstorm for each other when we get together. They helped me with the main plot outline for Barbed Rose, so I know they can help me with this one. And they’re a lot of fun to hang out with besides.
I’ve spent a lot of time out of town over the past month. I went to New Mexico for a week (well, one day going and one day coming home again) taking kids skiing for spring break. It was early here, so we were a week ahead of the big spring snow storm. The weather was fabulous–the boys in the group skied without shirts the last day of the trip. And then we got over a foot of snow after we got home.
Got to go to visit some of the grandboys over the Easter weekend–it was fun, but exhausting. All this traveling has really put me behind in things like updating my website or clearing away the stacks and stacks (and stacks) of “already read” books I need to go through, list in my computer and sort into keeper, trade-in, and library donation stacks. The keepers are the ones I know I want to read again (and have probably read again already). The donations are the ones I think I might want to read again, so I’ll let the library keep them on their shelves, since I don’t have room, and the trade-ins are the books I’m pretty sure I won’t want to read again. Although sometimes I pick them up at a bookstore and buy them again. (sigh) Did that this week with Suzanne Brockmann’s Hawken’s Heart. I didn’t realize it was one I had in the original edition, and bought the reprint–because I didn’t even look at the inside. If I had, I’d probably have recognized the story, but I didn’t. I did read it again. Do any of you do this? Probably all the time. Ah well.
More when I manage to get here.