Howdy! I missed last week’s status, and yesterday I had computer issues, so it’s really a Sunday Status. I still have the issues, but I found a workaround. Why don’t these machines last forever? I haven’t even worn off the letters on this keyboard yet 🙁 I’m sharing a picture of Derek Jeter, because of course I’m sharing a picture of Derek Jeter.
Work in Progress News ~ Working away on a book that I don’t even have a working title for. Usually I name them after my hero, but he’s still John Doe until his personality shines through. One of these days a John and Jane will stick! That would be very strange…
Favorite Song of the Week ~ So a video editor had a day off or something. Found a bunch of amateur videos on YouTube, and mixed them into this original work:
Tweet of the Week ~
Big butts: do you like them? Lying: can you? Other brothers: can they deny? More at 11
— Ristolable (@Ristolable) August 24, 2014
Industry News ~ There is so much I want to tell you but I can’t. Please do Google.
What I’m reading ~ I started on Jennifer Bernard’s Fireman series. I’ve met Jennifer in real life, and she’s such a great person, and I do love every word she publishes. Firefighter Patrick “Psycho” Callahan earns his nickname every day. Fast, fit, and a furious worker, he thrives on the danger which helps him forget a near-tragedy that changed his life forever. But when his off-duty carousing gets out of hand, Patrick is sent back to Loveless, Nevada, where the wildfire threatening his hometown has nothing on sizzling Dr. Lara Nelson.
Lara would rather be thought of as the physician who returned to Loveless than as the misfit brought up at a hippie New Age commune. But right now she’s focused on her job at hand, patching up injured firemen…until the past hits her in the hard-muscled, blue-eyed form of Patrick Callahan. Now, the embers of their decade-old attraction have ignited into a full-on inferno, as the bad-boy firefighter and the good doctor take a walk on the wild side they’ll never forget.
Today’s Tearjerker ~ This daughter moved the date of her wedding so her father could attend. Then she made sure he got the first dance with the bride.
“I have nothing to say to you.” Unless one would count the new names she’d made up to describe him, but she didn’t have that kind of time.
“Maybe not, but I have something to say to you, and you can either listen to me right now, or you can hang up and I’ll—”
She hung up.
Okay, that’s it for me. I hope you stay warm and snow-free until at least autumn. I don’t think I’ll be so lucky.