This has been the longest twelve weeks of my life. Actually, I'm only into week 8, and the suspense is killing me! Not literally killing me, but you get my drift.
The last time I checked my submission to Carina Press it said "In-Progress". What that means I have no idea, but it's got to be better than "Received" which was the last level. My writer friend in New York hasn't heard back either, so we're both sporting shorter nails.
I just finished Brenda Novak's, THIS HEART OF MINE, part of her Whiskey Creek series, for the second time. It's a mood book for me. Something about that romance tugs at my heart. Brenda says she loves to write about redemption, and this is a classic example. A double shot. Phoenix and Riley are two former lovers looking to redeem themselves from guilt. His, from not believing her in the first place, hers from the stigma of an ex-con. Of course, there's a child involved, only now he's a smart-mouthed teenager, but so intricate to the story. Jacob adds just the right amount of naivete, humor and unconditional love, keeping the story moving forward. Love this book!
On the home front, it's still freaking hot here in Nevada. The AC and fans are running every day. The winds are picking up, too, making it difficult to walk outside. The garden is cleared, waiting for cooler weather for planting veggies that tolerate the milder desert climate.
My heart is still hurting for all the victims of Las Vegas, the fires, floods, hurricanes, and whatever else has been thrown at us humans. The amount of recovery is mind-boggling, and my prayers go out to all the first responders, volunteers, clean-up crews, and all the behind-the-scenes personnel giving their time and effort to make this possible. May God Bless You All.
Hope you get to write today.
Marcia
