Time Warp …

Today I’m talking about time. Time is of the essence. Time stops for no one. Time is the one thing money cannot buy.

And time is what I need to complete my goals for this summer.

You missed me. I know you did.

Believe me when I say … I missed you too.

During my summer vacation I missed the debut novel of Keli Gwyn … A Bride Opens Shop in El Dorado, California. Visit her new sight and buy her book.

However … we are spot on for Sheila Seabrook’s debut launch.

Check out both their books. You’ll be glad you did.

I am on time to report Cristi Corbet’s new contest. Sign up for this fun contest today.

Sadly, there was no accounting of my six-week class with the amazing Margie Lawson, no updates on her incredible teaching packets. Do find and buy those. Take her classes. Read her.

Confused or misdirected … I joined a now defunct critique group where members dropped like flies in Laura Drake’s hot Texas sun. Nothing of interest to report, but for one new friend. Thanks, Paula.

Nowhere on these pages will you find news flashes from the Romance Writers of America National Conference in Anaheim. I didn’t attend … barely lurked … this too shall wait for better times.

Still … I missed you so much I’ve come here today to give you an update … or the remaining loose ends of what I am doing with my summer vacation.

Loose ends:

My first Third Eye Mystery has been completed … or at least her current draft is complete.

To think we can fly off into the sunset at the drop of 80 to 90 thousand words is the height of delusion.

The novel is finished in the sense that it is a complete story. Now I will begin to layer each edit … fill them with sweet butter cream and top the cake with multi-colored florals. In other words …  make it a good read.

And yes … I still find myself crunched for time.

The second mystery is in shambles, being sliced and diced and rearranged as we speak.

What is even more fun?  Working on the first women’s fiction novel by Florence Fois. Now that is one heck of a good time.

More loose ends:

Wait … there’s more !!

I am moving in thirty days. No … not to another state or another country.

I am moving across town to a peaceful gated adult community with lovely little cottages. And one of them has my name on the front door … or at least on the mail box.

Moving is a near death experience. You all know I am Italian. Italians are notorious nesters.

I am a female. Females by their very nature need to nest … snuggle … cuddle and feel the warmth of their surroundings wrap around them like a comfy blanket.

To accomplish this death-defying act during the edits of two novels and the fledgling beginnings of yet another, is too crazy even for me. Yet … that is exactly what is going to happen.

The last end tucked and tied in a ribbon:

For the next few posts I will feature photography by my family; namely my daughter.

These images at first may seem not to relate … however … it’s my way to avoid other issues and provide pictures that say a thousand words.

There’s more “stuff” in this old broad waiting to be unearthed.

Borrowing from George Carlin’s “Stuff” … I have reduced my load from a six piece matched set of luggage, to two carry-on bags, to one back pack and finally … I’ve stuffed a toothbrush, comb and some loose change in my back pockets … and I’m off.

See you next time.

How about you … what are you doing on your summer vacation? 

Take any trips … attended any conferences? 

fOIS In The City