So we're happy campers here at the Castello del Ohlroggio. Such a fabulous way to start a new year.
And I've got my Zoji bread machine, thanks to my darling niece Jenny. I've made fabulous whole wheat bread, whole wheat apple bread, and I'm finishing up some white bread for Tim (my son) to take with him. It's magic -- no more failed breads!
I finished the revisions on RUTHLESS (the first historical) and it's even better than I thought. And I'm just diving into BREATHLESS (the third) and loving it.
I'm about to get a clean bill of health, so Richie and I can plan a trip for this spring.
It looks like I really will make progress decluttering, thanks to my BFF Sally.
And really, it's starting to look like 2010 is going to be a totally fabulous year. Which we more than deserve, after the total hideousness of last year. Now all we have to do is get our tax situation cleared up and life will be good indeed.
The good thing is, all I really want to do is write. And I've got a lot of writing to do.
First off, I need to write the third historical for Mira, the third part of the series, RUTHLESS, RECKLESS and BREATHLESS. They'll be published in the summer and fall, and so far they're delicious. The third should be the best of all.
And Kristina Douglas has finished her first book of THE FALLEN series, tentatively entitled RAZIEL. She has a second to write this spring, which she's really looking forward to.
Now after that, I'm desperate desperate desperate to write at least one more ICE book. I've already started it -- maybe I'll upload it as a present. So far Mira's been uninterested, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed they'll change their minds.
Plus I have a delectable new romantic suspense series in mind, one that I really want to write, so I'm going to need a contract for those.
Plus, more historicals. I love them, they're what I usually read for pleasure, and I have so many more stories to tell.
And Kristina Douglas has a number of Fallen Angels to take care of.
So ... I've got so much to write that I'll simply have to live forever. Which is fine with me, particularly now that I've got an instant grandson.
In the meantime, I'm desperate to move out of this %#$@@%^%! town (I temper my language in honor of the nuns among us). We'll simply take it bird by bird, because, as Crusie always says ...
Nothing but good times ahead.