Scenes and Sun

I'm writing a scene right now where the only sensible way I can get my hero and heroine together for a talk they need to have is on the phone. I do a lot of telephone scenes and I'd love to find a better way into this scene so I'm going to finish it but dig my way off that phone later.

What does that have to do with sun, you may ask? Well, it's sunny. Again. Most normal people welcome the sun. I realize that. We need sun. Yesterday, "they" were talking about hurricane predictions and I felt immediate alarm for those folks on the coasts who've surely suffered enough hurricane damage for one lifetime. (That said, I grew up in a 100-year-old house on the beach that never even lost a window to high winds in all those hurricane seasons. "They" really don't build houses like that any more, do they?)

But along with too many telephone scenes, I've suffered a surfeit of sun. I crave rain and clouds and thunder. Oh for some lightning. Wouldn't it all be too lovely to bear?

A good day

Today is a great day, according to my daughter. My offspring, who's been addicted to phones from the first time she could hoist one to her ear, bought a new cell today. It's lovely, all shiny and jangly, with amazing functionality. I'm a little envious, to be honest, cause mine's low-tech in comparison.

She owns enough phones that she'll never have to buy one for her own home. But she's probably never going to use a land line, except to hook up the DSL!

But she's right. It is a great day. She's an adult and I've had the joy of her for many many years, but there's hardly anything I like better than seeing her and her siblings enjoying themselves the way she is today.

Oh. I hate adding a post and pushing that lovely cover down the page.

The Cover--The Man from Her Past

Here it is. I'm excited about it. The hero, in particular, looks the way I pictured him. A friend suggested the heroine looks like Kelly Clarkson. I hope so--if people can see her as the heroine in a romance. I actually don't have strong images of the characters in my books--of their faces I mean. Hence, this hero with his face turned away looks as I imagined him.

Roll on, August! :-) I really loved writing this book, and I hope readers will enjoy it, too.

Cover for THE MAN FROM HER PAST--to Come

Have I mentioned I hate dial-up? I've been dying to post the cover for my August Superromance, but I can't seem to do that from here. Suffice to say, it's beautiful, the couple (Van, from Temporary Father and his heroine, Cassie, in her father's boathouse, but I won't be able to post it until there's something other than squirrels running my Internet connection.

I'm not bitter. ;-)

(Click here for a link to B&N where you can see the cover.)

It's Almost Mother's Day

So, happy Mother's Day to all the moms and moms-to-be. This is a funny day when you're someone's mother and someone's daughter. I kind of wallow in the link to past and future, and I can't imagine the time when my girls are also mothers. But the day's a little sad, no matter how much I don't want it to be.

Hmmm. It's also funny how we avoid sadness, as if we aren't supposed to be sad. Sometimes, it's just part of the day. Not good or bad, just part of living.

Ooops--Now It's Friday

How'd that happen? My stinking dial-up connection, for one. Remember when that seemed like the height of technology? Now, it's the bane of my existence. Turns out my family is truly Internet-addicted.

We're talking to a pool guy about--a pool. I can't wait. Water makes me think like a writer. Water makes me creative and swimming makes me a nicer person! :-) How lovely will it be to stroll from my knotted-up thoughts in my office to the pool out back to swim out the answer? We've been planning this for twenty years. What'll we plan now? ;-)

It's Monday Again!

I'm dying for a good cup of coffee. (With actual sugar and no-fat half and half, rather than black with sweetener.) In fact, I'm dying for a lot of things cause I'm trying to lose a little weight. Clearly, I'm not good at denying myself stuff. There's a pan of brownies in my kitchen that I have to picture as having disappeared. I don't even like chocolate!

So, I'm going to go give the heroine of my latest something she's been longing for all her life, something sumptuous and gratifying and too lovely to resist!

Do that for yourself, today!

Texture

I've been listening to a movie on my headphones, and I've discovered something interesting. Either I'm going deaf or there are a lot more sounds than my television can pick up. I love the sound of a clock ticking. And this one is in a writer's study. She has a beautiful study, red sofas, built-in bookshelves, a collection of vintage typewriters around the room, a huge desk, a wall safe and a need for one :-), and that ticking clock.

It adds to the texture for me. How do you know when you've written too much texture (detail) into a scene, or hit just the right note?