Morning all.  This is my first post on our improved site so if three are goofs, its because I’m slow on the uptake.  Looks simple enough but I have a tendency to miss steps when it comes to directions.

First up, last week I talked about the hours my mother and I spent in the emergency room getting her some much-needed attention.  As an update, she spent three days (and nights which is necessary to qualify for Medicare payments) in the hospital and is now in a nursing home.  Sorry but I really, really hate those places.  From what I’m seeing, she’s getting good care, particularly physical therapy, and is emerging from the fog she disappeared into while in the hospital.  But this is her second stint in a home and memories of the first one when she completely lost her mind remain vivid.  Granted, back then she was on major pain meds which she isn’t now, but I’m still nervous.  Poor dear.  She has a broken ankle, thus making it obvious that she can’t go back to assisted living until she can stand unaided.  My sister is coming to see her next week, so much for our plans to finally take the responsibility for Mother’s care off her.

So, onto a few comments on an email I received somewhere around two weeks ago.  I’d submitted something to Loose-ID oh maybe a month ago, then lost track of it because of everything else that was going on.  The email congratulated me on my third sale to them!  Yeah!  It also included several editorial comments for suggested changes which made me hit myself upside my head because once again my editor’s right.  All the nagging concerns I tried to push under the rug in my desire to get Cougar’s Captive out of my computer and into hers are exactly what she zeroed in on.  Okay, okay, I admit it.  I ended CC too abruptly.  The opening dragged.  I need some male pov.  I don’t wanna do those things.  I want CC to be perfect the way it stands.  I want to think about what I want to do next for them, etc, etc.  At the same time, I’m jazzed because I know the revisions won’t take long and will result in a stronger book and I flat out love to write.  What a weird, weird business I’m firmly locked into.  The best part of writing is having written.  I can stall with the best of them.  But sometimes magic happens and I turn into this writing machine wherein the words pour out of me and I know they’re GOOD.  That’s going to happen when I carve out the time to do the CC revisions.  That needs to be my goal–focusing on the pure, primitive joy of creating something I’m proud of even if it means writing one damn word after another.

Vonna, off to see my mother and take one of my old romances to her sweetheart of a roommate who wants all my books to be about ‘girls’ marrying rich, handsome men.