I'm sitting
here in Los Angeles
on a dry day where the temperature is supposed to rise to about 80
degrees. It hit 90 degrees here recently. And I'm thinking a lot about those of you in
the east and elsewhere who are experiencing perhaps the worst snow storm of the
season.
I
understand cold weather and snow. I grew
up in Pittsburgh and never imagined I'd move to L.A. But here I am.
I never
particularly minded the cold, and I thought snow was pretty but hated to have
to go anywhere in it. I remember days as
I was growing up when I wanted to take my little Boston terrier Frisky outside
first thing in the morning and couldn't open the back door because of the snow that
had piled up there overnight.
Of course
now I could use being stuck in the house as a good excuse to get to my
writing. Hey, I don't really need an
excuse. I'm a full-time writer these
days and stay at home a lot to work.
But for all
of you who are snowed in, even for just a short while, I do sympathize and
empathize with you. I hope the weather
doesn't slow you down, no matter what you do.
So Happy
March, everyone. And I can't end this
without mentioning that May is growing closer.
The weather will hopefully be better then--and that's when my next book
will be published Bad to the Bone, a
Barkery & Biscuits Mystery. Then, in
June, Protector Wolf, an Alpha Force
paranormal romance, will come out.
And no, no
one in those stories is snowed in.
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