Why is it that we leave things to the last minute? I mean I’ve known for months that we’d be travelling this weekend to a sport tournament in which our youngest is competing.
In dreamland, I had time to write today (10 pages would’ve been nice) and then I’d pack.
In reality I’ve been washing, packing and shopping since I got out of bed.
I only hope I haven’t forgotten anything! Argh!
Hi all, I’m guest blogging at Kate Walker’s 50th anniversary party at Kate Walker’s Blog Party
Pop on by, leave a message and go in the draw to win a copy of my July release, Rossellini’s Revenge Affair.
Just a quickie… I’m featured on the Pink Heart Society Blog today! Check it out!
I read an interesting article today on red shoes: sin, sex and freedom.
In it the theory is expounded that Kiwi women wear red shoes to help them escape their mundane lives. I find this seriously interesting, and at the moment, while working flat out in the deadline cave, it’s almost enough to send me fossicking through my wardrobe for the stunning pair of ruby red shoes I know dwell in there somewhere, to hopefully help me drum some of the mundane out of my current work in progress.
It also got me thinking back to several very cute pairs of red shoes I’ve been the proud owner of in the past, and yeah, to be honest, I did always feel more confident and more attention grabbing when I wore them. My current goal is a pair of red boots, I nearly bought them earlier in the year but opted for a more sedate grey in the same style instead. I ask myself, why? Red boots are cute! They’re sexy! They’re …. impractical, dare I suggest?
I’ve been known, in the past, to have enough shoes in my wardrobe–cute, sexy impractical shoes–to rival a certain past first lady of the Philippines, and I think about where I was with my life back then and how if I saw a pair of shoes that spoke to my heart (and so many did!) that I would buy them without a second thought. In fact, my father was heard to ask the significant other, when he asked for my hand in marriage, whether he really thought he could keep me in shoes! The local cobbler was my best friend in those days as he re-heeled, re-soled and generally repaired each of my shoes until they were beyond economical repair. Ahhhh, those were the heady days of shoe freedom.
Times changed, somewhere along the line and perhaps my perception of myself did too, and with that my choice of footwear. So what’s a girl to do? Go crazy and hit the shoe shops with a vengeance?
What do you think? And what colour footwear makes you feel great?
It’s like Christmas every time the courier rings my doorbell and hands me a box of books–MY BOOKS!
Rossellini’s Revenge Affair has arrived!
There’s nothing quite like holding your book in your hand, checking the dedication (in this case to a dear friend who acts as a first reader for me for most of my titles before I send them away to my editor and acknowledging technical advice given to me for the story), and flicking through the pages. Every time I do this I end up thinking “I really wrote that!” No matter what the trials and tribulations during the course of writing the book it all manages to come together in the end and makes everything worth while. I particularly love the cover of this book. It has to be my favourite so far. The art department have captured my hero and heroine perfectly.
As authors we complete art fact sheets, which are detailed in many ways, but limited in others. Sometimes I think we’re left wondering what the art department gleaned from our completed sheets but so far I’ve been extremely fortunate.
Rossellini’s Revenge Affair is due to hit the shelves in the USA and Canada in July, so make sure you look out for it!
I’ve been baking a cake today… well, three cakes actually. It’s my Significant Other’s birthday tomorrow and he wanted a cake for work and I needed a cake for the evening (for when the family come over).
I baked a packet Vanilla Cake and a home made Banana Cake. The first supposedly being for work and the second for home. Fast forward to shaking Vanilla Cake out of pan. Didn’t happen. Stuck like glue. What is it with non-stick pans anyway? Is it a worldwide revolt against me? My muffin tins are exactly the same. Enter Significant Other into kitchen as, with one exceptionally wild shake, bits of cake erupt all over my kitchen bench. Grrrr.
Vanilla Cake #2 is currently in the oven. I decided to forestall the previous problem by using the Banana Cake tin… except for some reason the Banana Cake tin leaks at the bottom when cooking the wetter mixture of Vanilla Cake. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate cleaning the oven? This is why I write. That way I can pretend I’m at least controlling the environment I’m in, LOL!
