I'm writing this on Monday night, and I've got to work on a pitch to my editor for Renegade as soon as I post this. I'm planning to call her on Tuesday morning (skipping my riding lesson because it's too cold), and have a chat with her. I hope I can come up with an amazing "hook" for her, but since pitches aren't something I'm particularly good at, I've asked Marie Force (aka The Pitch Queen) for help. Unfortunately, her brain is cottage cheese at the moment, and I basically had to write a pitch to remind her what the story is about. After that, I need to get back to work on the copyedits to Hero, which are due back by Feb 1st. It shouldn't be that much trouble, but it did wake me up a time or two when I thought of things I needed to add. I liked the ideas I had, but lost more sleep--something I don't get enough of as it is.
Speaking of cold, it's pretty chilly back here in my bedroom "office" this evening. The soup I had for supper has my tummy full, but it isn't doing a thing for my cold feet! Must go heat up my foot warmer. . . takes six minutes to microwave that thing. Hold on. . . .
Okay, I'm back. Now my toes will unfreeze and I may be able to think again.
People often ask me how I manage to get so many things done in a day, and since what I just did was a pretty good example, I'll run it past you. While I was waiting those six minutes for my footwarmer to heat up, I took a potty break, unloaded and reloaded the dishwasher, checked on the fire in the woodstove, turned that pad that Peaches drug out in the snow (you'll read about this in the next paragraph) over so the other side would dry out, brewed some tea (which added an additional two minutes), washed and refilled the Kleen Kanteens with water and stuck them in the fridge, and now I'm back at my post with warm toes, a cup of hot tea, my feet in my fleece "foot bag" and a flannel shirt on over my T-shirt, and I'm typing away again. Still waiting to hear back from Marie and wondering what the hell I'm going to say to my editor tomorrow. With any luck, she'll be out of the office.
In other news, while we've been busy out in guest blog land, Peaches is gaining weight and getting back to the business of being a wild and crazy puppy. She's back outside full time now, and loving it, though she does dart into the house to chase the cats once in a while. The outside cats put up with her craziness, and Snake is still sharing the doghouse with her, though I'm sure she would prefer that Peaches not pull all the cozy pads out into the snow. I never know what I'll find when I go out on the porch. So far, she's pulled in a possum carcass and untold treasures from the garage, scattering them all over the place. Wish I had that much energy. She makes me tired just watching her run!
In just. . . let me see. . . eight days from the time that you will be reading this post, I'll be on the road to Nashville with Terri, Suzie, and Angie. I CAN'T WAIT!!! We've been working together most of the nights leading up to the trip, and we keep saying, "Let's just leave now. No one will EVER notice we're gone!" But, of course, they would, so we soldier on, giving meds, cleaning up poop, and generally caring for the sick while dreaming of better things to come. Perhaps it's fortunate that the shifts leading up to these adventures are usually quite busy. It makes the nights go faster and reminds us of why we need to get away for a while.
Just checked my email, (no pitch yet from Marie) and got a kiss from my DH who came home for dinner and is going back to work. He's having a crazy month, too. I just counted up all the tabs I have open on my web browser. There are eleven of them, plus my other email account, for a total of twelve. I finally discovered that leaving my computer on all the time with the browser open to all the guest blog sites was the best way to keep up with the comments posted. Then I just have to refresh them once in a while. I used to waste a lot of time waiting for my computer to boot up, but now, I just put it to sleep and then it's ready whenever I come back.
Just checked Facebook to find that my pineapples on Farm Town had gone to waste. I apologize for not responding to all of the gifts and other requests on FB. Just don't have the time to play these days. I plowed my pineapples under and didn't plant any more of them. *sigh* Fallow fields look so forlorn in the winter, but that's as it should be. I'm looking forward to being a bit fallow for a while myself.
Okay, I think I've written enough. *checks email* Got a message back from Marie, but no pitch yet. Guess I'd better go find a hunk to post with this. I'm thinking a nice, strong one, maybe standing on a sandy beach in the warm sunshine. . . .
There you go! Alejandro looks pretty good from the rear, but be sure to check back on Sunday for the front side. It's pretty interesting.
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