I've returned from NYC and boy O boy does it feel good to take a shower in my own shower and lay on my own bed! Mission accomplished (Ick - did I sound like someone just then?) How embarrassing.
I came home to find my fist short story was released from The Wild Rose Press. It'll only set you back a buck-fifty, so run over to www.thewildrosepress.com and check it out. Write me a review while you're at it;-)
BTW, we took an Amtrak train all the way from New York to Orlando - my husband is such a good sport. He indulges me for all sorts of reasons. This time it was because I hate to fly. Yes - I know. I'm a wimp. Everyone from my family to the bag boy at my supermarket has pointed that out. Do me a favor - if you know someone with a phobia, don't tell them to just get over it. That's simplistic and unrealistic. As long as it doesn't cause you harm, let them be. Okay - stepping off the soap box now. Time to start making some cranberry chutney for Thanksgiving. Have a great holiday.
No comments:
Post a Comment