Alright, I need a team. A team of you to order me around. I may even make buttons that say Team London…or Team Suzie, and I could send you one… I can’t pay you for your help, or credit you in the book, or babysit your dog, you’ll be volunteers, I hope that’s not a problem.
I’ve written a LOT of the sequel to Stiletto, but I just can’t get myself to sit down and put pen to paper.
You need to be like those people on the reality shows that yell at people and make them roll big boulders up a hill!
You need to threaten to take chocolate away from every store in a fifty mile radius of my home.
I’ll give you a little idea of what the book is about…
There’s LOVE and LAS VEGAS
CHICKENS and COUTURE
SASSY WOMEN and HANDSOME MEN
MOONLIGHT and MURDER!
So come on! Push me up that hill!
(I’ll look into having buttons made.)
Such enthusiasm, such focus.
I’m wondering if the cellos are off their game, they’re getting a bit of a look from Maestro.
This situation is totally out of my control. These two characters showed up on my doorstep and demanded to be part of the blog. I was too intimidated to refuse, (just look at the determination in their eyes.)
They have proven to be rather interesting, so after we have negotiated a contract and established boundaries…they’ll come visit you! Stay tuned.
Can you imagine being able to raise your arms straight up, putting the palms of your hands together and lifting off the ground?
I personally have done it a few times, but the farthest I’ve ever flown is a mile. I’m a little disappointed that I’ve never flown further, but such is life.
The weather here has been an absolute delight. Yesterday, it poured down rain the entire day and then by 7pm, it was snowing. A few days of warm weather had seemed so promising. But enough about the weather.
I took this picture a little while back, but it sums up my frustration. Two days ago, I was happy with my bird feeding station. Then I glanced out the window to see a squirrel fling himself to the top of the baffle, where he proceeded to twist his body into a pretzel shape that allowed him to leverage himself up onto the feeding tray. The baffle was supposed to prevent that kind of gymnastic endeavor.
I spent a freezing half hour outside, completely reconfiguring things and I’m sure that tomorrow, the squirrel will shoot itself out of a cannon and magically land on the feeding tray. Which will really stink because besides a frozen face, I got a metal splinter in my thumb trying to outsmart a creature that is smaller than our cat.