I’m writing. Are you writing or at least reading? NaNoWriMo continues. It’s almost as if I can hear the tap-tap-tappity-tap of eager fingers flying over keyboards all across the nation, or maybe the whole world. Cool beans!
Honestly, I’m woefully behind, but optimistic because at least I’m writing. I’m looking forward to seeing how much Continue reading
Oh, Gawd, it’s November already and I’m totally unprepared for NaNoWriMo. The first time I tried it was in 2009 and did not make the–what is it–50K(?) goal or 1667 words per each day of November. Having never written that fast in my life, I wasn’t surprised, but hey, I had more words at the end of November than I did at the start. So…here I am again with a shiny new badge.
Due to a lot of emotional crap that drained over into this year from last and health problems, my word count for the year is…well, let’s just call it dismal. ‘Nuff said, okay? Today is a new day!
Yesterday was Halloween, during which I had exactly one–yes 1– trick-or-treater. I didn’t expect a lot from our neighborhood, so that one kid got two big handfuls of candy. Still have at least 2.5 pounds left. (sigh!) At midnight, The Romance Studio’s Spookapalooza ended. I sent out at least a dozen posts about Insight, Phantoms & Fantasies and Bittersweet Obsessions, complete with cover art and buy links and such during the event.
Today we got a list to pick winners from and I decided to give away six copies of P&F instead of the four I’d promised to TRS. E-mails have gone out to winners, Anne Reeths, Virginia Campbell, Susan (P?), Laura Emerson, Joani Sheaffer, and Lindsey Ekland! CONGRATULATIONS, ladies! Check your inboxes and get back to me.
And now I’m off to write my fingers to the bone. NaNoWriMo, here I come. Wish me luck!
by Carol Burnside (aka Annie Rayburn)
Having found herself between husbands and houses, Ora took temporary residence in a house next door to her elderly mother. The house had been home for her sister, Minnie, and Ora’s two nieces, until memories of Minnie’s husband had driven them to seek a change of scenery in another state. Now the house lay silent and empty. It had a musty smell from being closed up in the heat of a Texas summer.
Ora shook off feelings of unease, as she opened doors and windows, cleaned floors, then set up her bed and added crisp, cool sheets. By the time she’d gotten her toiletries unpacked and had a light supper with her Mama, it was too dark to see whether the swamp cooler was operational. No matter. The darn thing wouldn’t be much use in this heat and humidity anyway. Continue reading
CAROL BURNSIDE / ANNIE RAYBURN 