Well, it’s over. Staycation, that is. Back to the grind soonish. We had an amazing long week of painting, staining, varnishing, cleaning, hanging, and decorating. I’ll give you a new tour of Snowheresville before we pack up in October, when we’re done. We have lots of little projects to cram into miscellaneous hours before then.
We did manage to sneak in some fun. Don King Days—polo, bucking horses, a blacksmithing contest—and a trail ride up the face of the Bighorns on Soldier Creek trail. I’ve put some photos and videos at the end of this post.
Work wise, I had great news: Love Under Fire is a #1 bestseller on Amazon, and I broke top 70 on authors of romantic suspense (which is funny, because I’ve never written romantic suspense before, but I enjoyed it!). Love Under Fire is a joint authors-giving-back project where 21 authors contribute their work to help the nonprofit organization Pets for Vets, including my Maggie prequel, Buckle Bunny. You spend 99 cents, we help vets get pets together. And, while you can pre-order it anywhere ebooks are sold, you get 19 additional stories if you order it from Apple iBooks and then email your proof of purchase (screen shot) to firstname.lastname@example.org. Here’s the link for all the sales sites: https://books2read.com/LoveUnderFire.
I hope to finish the first draft of Dead Pile this month (Maggie #3), and I have some great Wine Women & Writing shows coming up: Denise Grover Swank and Jill Shalvis.
I also have some sad news, things I’ve been holding back because putting them into words makes them real. First, Louise, our dumpster-diving, obsessive-compulsive eating rescue dog, disappeared earlier this summer. She was uncontainable. We’d built a kennel with a roof, but somehow she was still managing to get out. Her disappearance coincided with our neighborhood mountain lion reappearing 🙁 and now Georgia, who has been super depressed, is scared to run off anymore. We gave it a month hoping we’d find her, but we didn’t, and so I guess that’s that. I’ve never met a dog who enjoyed her life more than Louise. She absolutely loved to run and explore. She lived several years “wild” in San Antonio, and we were lucky to have her for a few years where she could share her free spirit with us.
The second news is also bad. Petey, our one-eyed Boston terrier, has gone blind in his other eye. It’s heart breaking. He first injured it a year ago, and he’s been in and out of the vet while it would heal, then he’d re-injure it. He’s getting along fine, but his adventure days are over. Now he’s my cuddly house buddy.
Hug your loved ones close, human and otherwise.
Staycation memories of my loves, Katniss, Eric, Georgia, and Feathers:
Katniss and me, playing, after 12 miles of mountain riding: