Back to real life

Now that my vacations are over, it’s time to get back to work. I left Harmony is a bit of a situation, and I have to get her out of it—eventually. But not right away. That wouldn’t be any fun, would it?

Speaking of vacations, I wonder how Harmony would react to seeing the the Rocky Mountains for the first time. Yes, she lives among the rolling hills of western Pennsylvania-eastern Ohio, (not telling exactly where!) and is an East Coast girl, but she’s never been to the Rockies. Because her parents were killed in a mountain climbing accident, so she has avoided going where the peaks reach to the sky.Hmm. I don’t think I can work that into Book 2, maybe Book 3?

I was hoping to get the first draft of this book done by the end of August, but I’m not sure that’s going to happen. I’m a little over 37,000 words, but I have so many loose ends going on right now I’m not sure how I’m going to tie them all together. But I’d better figure it out, because Harmony’s life might depend upon it-again.

Busy, busy

I haven’t forgotten you. I’ve been out of town, having a wonderful visit with my mother. (She’s the wonderful lady I dedicated The Marquesa’s Necklace to.) Now I have to get caught up at my day job and get ready for my daughter to visit. 

I did manage to get a couple of thousand words written while I was out of town, and boy, have I got Harmony in an interesting situation.  Oh, you want a peek? Okay, here’s one, raw and unedited.
The window seat
under the bay window on the south side of the house was the perfect
spot to sit and read or contemplate the summer blooms in the garden.
At least, that was my vision for the now-empty space. All that the
window overlooked at the moment were bare bushes and a few remaining
traces of the last snowfall Even though they still had the original
single pane glass in them, I didn’t plan on replacing them.
I broke into song
as I sprayed down the left-side window with an extra-thick coating of
the cleaner and went to work. To reach the very top, I had to stand
on my tippy-toes and stretch. As the layers of dust started rolling
off and last few rays of sunlight streamed in the spot I’d gotten
cleaned, I smiled.

And screamed and
hit the floor as the window on the right-hand side shattered,
covering me with broken glass.
I will return, with some more meanderings, hopefully more frequently once August is over

Female Equivalent of a Bromance

According to the Urban
Dictionary, the female equivalent of a bromance is a womance. I don’t
think it rolls off the tongue quite as well, but I can live with the
term. Because I’m in a womance with Harmony, the heroine of the book.
In fact, I like her so much that I’m already writing a second book
with her as the main character.

She’s smart, feisty,
adventuresome, and willing to take risks to protect herself and her
friends. Although she’s a small town girl, she’s just as comfortable
navigating around the streets of a major city. When you think you’re
beginning to understand what motivates her, she throws a curve ball
and makes you think again. And yes, she has a thing for James Bond.