Imagine that...

Greetings:

Dark Prince update: It is in the hands of the publishers and HOPEFULLY, it will come back to me in perfect proof form. Time will tell. I expect to get the proof within the next week or so. If it passes muster, I will hit the publish key and it will be available in paperback. A few days after that it will be available on Kindle. Shortly thereafter it will be available via all other channels, i.e., Nook, iPad, Galaxy and other ereaders, I'll let you know.
Shadow King update: Once Prince goes live, I can concentrate on The Shadow King. I have two scenes to rewrite and in the meantime, my cover designer Jennifer, will be hard at work creating a beautiful cover which will feature the prince on it. Can't wait to see who we find to become Andrew Easton.
Crescent Summer update: Crescent Summer is the first book of my new trilogy. I am currently making the rounds with agents/publishers which means a lot of hurry up and wait.
The Gypsy Thief update: The screenplay treatment is complete. As soon as Prince is available, I will send the treatment and a copy of Prince to producers in Hollywood. Then it's more hurry up and wait.
     And now onto a completely different topic...I imagined a conversation between two people I knew back in Shaker Heights and what they might say if they know about the recent changes in my life. These are two people who used to be friends of mine and the conversation went something like this:
P#1: OMG! Did you hear what your friend Kellie Tayer did?
P#2: Oh, gawd. What's she done now? Remarried her ex?
P#1: HAHAHAHAHA!!!!! No! Even better! She met some Hispanic guy on the Internet and ran off to Mexico and married him!
P#2: Oh, gawd! No way! I mean, she's crazy but nobody's that crazy.
P#1: Oh, it's true. I heard it from A who heard it from B when he overheard a conversation between C and D. Then E confirmed it. It's totally true. I bet she's pregnant and he took all her money. I heard they live in a trailer in the middle of nowhere and he beats her. And they have no electricity or running water.
P#2: Awesome. I bet she loves it!
P#1: I know, right? She probably orchestrated the whole thing for research for a book she's writing. Ever since she read "Fifty Shades of Grey" she's been different. I heard it affects everyone differently.
P#2: That's true. I read it and now I have an account at Ambience.
P#1: Really? I read it but I didn't get it. Where I come from, that kind of, shall we say, activity, can get a gal stoned.
P#2: Ooh, kinky. So Kellie doesn't live in Shaker anymore? She didn't even say good-bye. What a bee-otch. I always hated her. She always acted so goody-goody.
P#1: She had some weird habits, that's for sure. I mean, seriously...who eats that much ketchup in one sitting?
P#2: And her clothes! Blah! And her fingernails were always too short! So were her pants! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I would hate to be her! And now she's thrown her life away for an Internet fling. Wow. I always knew she'd go off the deep end. I'm so glad I'm normal.
P#1: Amen to that. I've gotta go. My family's trying to have me committed and I need to get to my sanity hearing. See ya later.
P#2: OK. I've gotta get home anyway. The...uh...plumber...is coming over to service my pipes. He's very expensive and I want to make sure to get my money's worth. If you hear any good gossip about Kellie, make sure you call me.
P#1: I will. And if I don't hear anything, we can still get together and make stuff up.
P#2: Sounds good. Bye.
P#1: Bye.

On that note...I shall close here. My trailer is tipping and I need to find some rocks to prop it up. I also need to go to the well to get water for bathing. And if I have time, I'm gonna rub some sticks together to make fire. I also need to let out the hems from my pants and buff my nails. I'm craving ketchup--pregnancy will do that to you. Until next time.
Laters, baby

P.S. We have electricity and running water and we don't live in a trailer (though sometimes Oscar pulls one with his truck). I do love ketchup and once ate a whole bottle of it. I am not pregnant and my pants are plenty long enough. Oh, and I have beautiful nails. Teehee. Adios..........

Mornings

Thought I should blog a little in the other blog.
     It's Friday morning and there's not a cloud in the sky. It's eerily quiet--even the frogs and birds are silent. When I awakened at 6:30, I glanced out the bedroom window and saw the early morning mist hovering over the land. It was surreal. What made it even more mystical was the sight of the neighbor's black angus cows standing in the field near the fence--close enough to the house that I could make out their mouths chewing grass and their tails swishing gently. They looked huge and hulking in the mist--their dark forms like shadows in the dawning light. It was quite a beautiful sight. I've gotten used to the cows--even befriended a few. When I walk along the fence, they like to charge at me, their hooves beating the earth in their haste to get as close to me as the fence will allow. I don't know if it's because they're happy to see me--maybe they like my company--or if they think I can save them from some unknown fate (Wendy's, anyone?). Or perhaps they're thinking I'd be a tasty treat (I have never considered what a cow would do to a human if given the chance other than stomp the daylights out of us, but, heck, if we can eat them, why can't they eat us?). In any case, I've developed a fondness for the creatures--especially the black ones. What I'm not crazy about are the nasty vultures that like to circle over the land--over the cows--waiting...watching...hoping for a chance to swoop in and feast on whatever they can sink their beaks and claws into--ugly buggers those vultures. They like to swing by over my head, too, when I'm out walking. I know they're waiting for me to croak so they can chow down, but quite frankly, I'd rather be eaten by the cows.
     Two or three times a month we have to go to Dallas for supplies (carpeting and flooring supplies). It's looking like we're heading there tomorrow. I'm excited for Tom to go this time. He loves big cities and tall buildings and Dallas is full of big stuff. The mall is MASSIVE. and so is IKEA. I'm sure we'll stop at IKEA for a look around--we usually do. Tom needs a wardrobe for his room and he'll finally be all set. He seems to be settling into his Texas life nicely. He was homesick at first--as I knew he would be--but now he loves it here. He spends a lot of time walking the land and tanning. We got Oscar a metal detector for Father's Day and as soon as I get batteries in the thing, Tom intends to walk the land and find treasures. Oscar has been teaching him some skills like how to tile a shower and he's been doing a great job, making up the pattern as he goes along. He's also painted a house in Texarkana and done some gardening here. I'm sure at some point he will learn to mow on a tractor, but I'm not ready for that yet! It thrills me to see how he is taking to helping us put the finishing touches on the house. He takes pride in his work and is psyched at the thought of animals coming to live with us--just wait till I get my own cow! I'm going to name her Trixie and hope she's a milk cow and not a cheeseburger cow.
I shall close here. Time to get a shower and get ready to head to Texarkana--also known as 'town.' Tom's got a package waiting to be picked up at the post office there. He'll probably sweet-talk me into taking him to Ashdown for some barbecue--either that or go to Slim Chickens, his new favorite fast food joint. So, we shall be off. Until next time.