I am. Aren’t you? We had a whisper of spring this past week–a couple of days in the sixties–and oh, man, it was lovely. I walked in the ‘hood with neighbor, Mary, checked out the green that is peeking up from my garden beds, and just stood in the driveway and inhaled the scent of spring. That said, I’m writing this Sunday post on Saturday morning and it’s currently 13 degrees out. So cold, there isn’t even frost on the ground. Welcome to the Midwest, where the only real weather guarantee is that there will be some.
I’m not whining, though, because I love living in the Midwest, where we get all four seasons–sometimes all in one day. But I am so ready for spring. I want to ride my bike and mulch the gardens and start getting bids on the deck we hope to get built this summer. I’m ready to open up the lake cottage and walk along the docks and be with my lake pals. It’s just time to be out in the world again–not just because it’s spring, but because we’ve been so isolated for two years.
This spring brings author Nan some fun events to look forward to: speaking to a writer’s group in April (as Editor Nan), speaking to a book club in May and signing books at Whyte Horse winery in May as well. I’m really looking forward to being with people again! This summer Liz and I are attending a huge book signing event in July–our first time at Writers on the River in Peoria, IL. I’m a little nervous, but I think it will be fun. At least Liz and I will be together and we are always one another’s best entertainment.
Falling for the Doctor releases June 7 (it’s available for pre-order now), so lots and lots of promo between now and then while I write Book 2 in the next series–The Weaver Sisters. All this in addition to editing gigs and time with Grandboy… whew!
Well, that’s my update and you know, because it’s almost spring and I’m feeling generous, here’s a snippet from Falling for the Doctor–-just a tiny one from the opening of the book:
The sudden death grip on his thigh nearly made Max choke on a bite of chicken and noodles, but he managed to swallow before meeting Chris’s curious look. Okay, if she wanted to continue playacting, he was game. More than game actually. Max was intrigued and it had been a long time since a woman had captivated him the way this lovely doc had. He reached under the table, caught Lauren’s hand in his, and gave it a gentle squeeze. “No clue what you’re talking about, Chris. Laurie and I are an open book.”
Chris merely raised one brow. “Mmm-hmmm. Then why does it feel like you two are making it up as you go along here?”
Lauren returned the slight pressure, before releasing Max’s hand and giving Chris a sunny smile that damn near knocked Max’s socks off. She was…stunning. The kind of beautiful that inspired men of long ago to write sonnets; ethereal beauty that men more eloquent than himself penned ballads about. “Isn’t that pretty much the way most relationships start out, Dr. Johnson? Two people just making it up as they go along?”
Stay well, stay safe, send light to Ukraine, wear your mask when you need to, be kind, and most of all, mes amies, stay grateful,