I’m afraid I’ve been neglecting the blog this week in favor of–well, I’m not sure about that. I wish I could say I’ve been accomplishing great things, or writing a fabulous number of pages on my work-in-progress, but my wall calendar isn’t giving me much help there.
I’ve done some writing for chapter newsletter obligations this week, and I spent one evening at a Houston Bay Area RWA meeting. Our speaker that night was Colleen Thompson; we were her first try-out audience for a new workshop called “Adrenaline Shots for Plots.” Excellent presentation, and you can read a nutshell version on Colleen’s blog, Boxing the Octopus. (I came away with an early copy of Colleen’s latest book, Passion to Protect, a Harlequin Romantic Suspense available October 16. Looking forward to that.)
I’ve judged some contest entries, always an interesting–but time consuming–endeavor. Two of them were excellent, and I’m hoping to see them on the list of finalists in a few weeks. I’ve also been helping out where I can with the West Houston RWA Emily contest.
I read my long-time friend Cheryl Bolen’s latest book, Marriage of Inconvenience, her first for the Harlequin Love Inspired Historical line. I had an early copy. It won’t be released until October 2, and I’ll tell you more about it then. I’ve just started reading my new friend (and fellow Firebird) Susan M. Boyer’s romantic mystery Lowcountry Boil.
The funny little porcelain kitten in my last post appears to be a message box. I ran across a few similar boxes on the Things Remembered website the other day. I haven’t located any more information on the subject–Googling “message box” brings up pages of information on computer programs. One of these days I’ll look further. But the kitten box is certainly a suitable size and shape to hold a scrap of paper. A love note? The starting point of a story?
On a totally non-writing-related topic, the space shuttle Endeavor, the last one to be moved to its permanent location, came through Houston this week, flying into Ellington Field for the day on the back of its transport. I didn’t see it on its way in, although I got caught in the traffic jam caused by folks headed to Ellington to see it up close. The next morning, however, I was taking my morning walk, half a block from my house, when it made a farewell swing over the Johnson Space Center, and over my neighborhood. I’ve lived near JSC for 36 years, but it’s still a thrill to see something like that go right overhead.