As I sat writing and wondering which one
of Simon’s hiding places he was in, I was thankful that I was safe from the chaos
that took place during the fireworks on Friday night. The pain of getting to your
care afterwards. The crowds of people who have celebrated a bit too much all
day. Trying to maneuver your way to the bathrooms, or to a food truck, or even
to just stretch your legs.
Staying home didn’t keep the celebration from disturbing my peace of mind. It sounded like my neighborhood had turned into an artillery field once it started getting dark and continued until around 11:00 pm. There were at least two organized fireworks displays in town Friday night. Combine that with the neighborhood ones, and you’ve got what sounds like cannons being fired. Simon stayed hidden until around 2:00 am when I got up to go to the bathroom. I’m pretty sure I got a good night’s sleep after things quieted down.
Don’t get me wrong. I love that we celebrate the signing of the Declaration of Independence and declaring freedom from the King of England (even though my ancestry has royalty in it). In my younger days, I attended them as well with family and friends. I only ask that my 1950s house not shake and rattle at all hours of the night.
I have at least 99% of the rest of my WIP, Deceitful Promises, mapped out Saturday night! A phone call with an old friend, Debi Sullivan, was what I needed, even though we didn't talk about this book. Instead, we chatted about the flooding (she lives in the high country of San Antonio) and laughed about her cats and my cat. It's always good chatting with her. Thanks, Debi, for the distraction!
Two of the guilty pleasures have been broadcasting their new seasons. The Gilded Age’s third season has had a few apple carts upset in just three episodes. I’m not taking any bets on who wins control of the van Rhijn household between Ada and Agnes. Or whether Marian and Larry will make an official announcement. And poor Gladys! Is she really stuck marrying the Duke of Buckingham, whom she doesn’t love? And will Jack’s partnership with Larry move him up the social ladder with his clock patent?
And Just Like That, Carrie is walking around her home in bare feet so as not to disturb the intriguing British author who lives in the apartment downstairs, while poor Aidan is finding that being there for his youngest son and spending time with Carrie isn’t working out so well. Not to mention the new love interests for both Seema and Miranda, as Charlotte learns to deal with Harry’s cancer.
Now, if only Bridgerton and Outlander would release their new seasons, everything in the streaming world would be perfect. Until then, starting in August, Blood of My Blood will have to tie me over while getting me hooked on yet another historical series.
I submitted another one of my books that has been out of print for several years to a publisher last week. It’s an erotic time-travel. So now it’s a game of wait and see.
That’s all the wisdom I have for this week.
Have a great week! Love, laugh, and love like it’s your last time with those you love.
I can never thank you enough for continuing to read these snippets into my life as an author. I hope I haven’t bored you too much with them. 😊 After all, others’ lives are never as glamorous as we may think.
May your ereader or bookshelf overflow with great
books to read!
Maxine
