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So yesterday I was home from work with the tail end of a sinus infection (no, wait, today is the tail end...or maybe tomorrow...) and I was napping with Stewie curled up beside me when I wake to this horrible noise.
A helicopter. Flying extremely low. Right overtop of the complex where I live. Over and over again. I open the curtains. Police man in full garb. With a LARGE dog. Going up to everyone's door. Fuzz are all over the place, but mostly in the back of the complex.
Since I look like hell, I don't stick my head out to see what up, but I get the lowdown from the neighborhood ladies later, on my morning walk with Stewie. Seems the renters down in "600" have been arrested for stealing things off the patio of another townhouse owner. I'm glad I have a fence, and yes, I use my security system. Because Stewie? Not so much a scary dog. He's more likely to attack with his long drooly tongue. Death by licking.
It's kinda nice to know all the attention for a couple of patio chairs, though. Wonder how much that cost?
For those who read and care...life continues to change! I'm engaged to a wonderful man and we're planning an August wedding :) I'm in the middle of planning what we want to be a fun event at a really cool venue with our friends and family. There will be a move in the mix for one of us, but we're not sure who needs to pack their belongings just yet. Please send prayers and good thoughts our way as we try to make these kinds of decisions.
Stay tuned!
Or Why I'm Not Blogging Much. I love a subtitle. First and foremost, this is a site to promote my writing. And since I have nothing in the pipeline to promote, there's nothing to post. I am still (randomly) working on the story set in ancient Rome, and hope to work on that this weekend. I'm not going away, I haven't stopped writing and don't plan to.
Aside from that, what can I say except life is changing? Y'all know about the pup. I love me some Stewie! I took him to the groomer's yesterday, and he was there for a while, so I came home to clean. I know, I know, but he's always there, right beside me, and loves both the broom and a towel, so...but I really missed him being right there. They don't tell you that puppies are A LOT of hard work, and they are, but it was nice to have that moment where I realized how much fun and love he'd brought into my life.
And he's not the only one. Real life romance is more exhilarating than any story. And more complicated than a spy novel. And more rewarding than reading your favorite straight through no matter how long it takes. And a bigger challenge than writing through block. I've got some other, wonderful things going on right now.
After all, if I didn't believe in love, I wouldn't be much of a romance writer, now would I?