I haven’t been blogging much lately, and here’s why: I finally finished revising my book, and submitted it (just under the wire) for the Romance Writers of America’s Golden Heart Award. The Golden Heart is like the Olympics of all the Romance genres. It’s for unpublished works, and even making the finals is like like standing on the podium with a medal of some sort around your neck (or so I hear). My goal is simply not to receive my manuscript back with a big “YOU SUCK” stamped on it in red. I already checked, and the lowest score you can possibly get is fifty.
Christmas without Beverly was hard. I kept wanting to call or email to discuss recipes, or how much we both hate the cold. Tomorrow will probably be the hardest, since that’s when we’re celebrating with Dad and Edie and that’s the celebration Beverly would have been here for. I’ll be serving her Hot Browns.
As usual, I was asleep before midnight on New Year’s. I’m such a party animal. But I didn’t make my usual long list of resolutions. In fact, I didn’t make a single one. This year I’m going to live each day as it comes, celebrate the successes and let the failures go.
My ongoing attempts to help a ninety-year-old gentleman learn to use his new iPad are not going so well. My own list of questions is growing, since the only thing I’ve really been able to accomplish with mine so far is to check email and watch RuPaul’s Drag Race on Netflix. I don’t think the ninety-year-old wants or needs to see RuPaul. In fact, I suspect his physician would advise against it. So I tried to sign us both up for “How to Use Your iPad” workshops at the Apple store. They are booked up until the end of time. My ninety-year-old friend is going to try the walk-in approach, and I hope it goes well for him. I’m going to keep watching RuPaul.
My husband is taking a few well-deserved days off work. He has worked over four years without a day off, including the days I had major surgery. He’s really enjoying it, but he wants to talk to me during the day. I’ve gotten used to being alone in the house with the dogs. They don’t ask me what I’m doing, read over my shoulder at the computer, or play drums in the studio downstairs. It’s not that I don’t enjoy spending time with him – I do. It’s just odd when it’s not what I’m used to.
I just finished Jim Butcher’s latest novel, Cold Days. If you’ve ever picked up one of his Dresden Files books and enjoyed it you have to buy this one immediately. It’s without a doubt the best he’s ever written.
Lastly, please keep Jen, our Conversion Diary host, in your prayers. Evidently she developed bilateral pulmonary emboli (blood clots in both lungs) earlier this week. Last I heard she and baby were both fine, but a few extra prayers would, I’m sure, be appreciated!
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