It's been FOREVER since I've posted. For some reason I haven't been in the mood to get on the computer when I get home from work. I haven't even started working on the manuscript of MAD MOMS again -- which I PROMISED myself I would do as soon as the writing conference was over with.
By the way, the conference Hardboiled Heroes & Cozy Cats was a smashing success. I got to visit with a couple of my favorite authors: Jerrilyn Farmer (cozy mysteries) and David Morrell (of RAMBO fame). They gave some wonderfully encouraging talks to everyone present. I also spent some quality time with the agent Jane Dystel. So as soon as I can get my rear in gear and finish my draft she'll read it.
Of course the day after the conference I was already emailing guests for next year's event. That's okay. It was fun and it helped a lot of writers. And before I forget --- a HUGE thank you to Mike and Leah Kirkpatrick for co-chairing the event!!!! We did good.
My Dad's 80th birthday is next month. We're trying to pull off a surprise project and create an "Ernest Godwin - This Is Your Life" kind of book for him. I'm having a hard time tracking down friends and family to pitch in a paragraph. So Mike Partain, Sharon Jennings Caraway, Steve & Diana Hatfield, and Hal & Niecie Loney, if you're out there and want to contribute a memory I'd love to have it!
My friends from YEARS AGO have been on my mind a lot lately. Maybe it's because a couple funerals made me think about those who were so important in my life. I hope I told them! It's probably just as well I don't have contact information for a lot of them -- they'd probably get these blabbering emails from me. I don't get sentimental too often, in fact I'm pretty much silly and NOT serious. But every once in a while my Effexor level gets out of whack and I get a case of the teary eyes, wondering if I made amends for past misgivings and if I let my friends truly know what a difference they made and how they are always in my heart.
From this post you're probably thinking I should have no problem going back to my mystery manuscript and the various morbidities it entails. But my mind is too cluttered right now. The holiday tomorrow should be a tremendous help; I should be able to read to my heart's content and empty my mind (which is how I like it...).
In fact, I think I'll sign off, tuck myself in bed, and go finish "Curiosity Killed The Cat Sitter" right now.
Cindy