Like everyone else, I had to stop what I was doing and do the laundry, wash the dishes, and all that mundane stuff. Yesterday, I was cutting up PVC with a branch cutter (the pipe was coming out of the outdoor wall and no longer used) but it was banging against the house whenever high winds were coming from a northerly direction. So talk about things going bump in the night!
Then I had to plug up the hole because I can hear buzzing in the walls–hornets. And they keep getting into my bedroom and buzz around my head at night. Okay, so talk about BIG mosquitoes–only they aren’t. And they sound like an airplane when they fly overhead. When you’re trying to sleep.
Then I was out watering in the middle of the night because that’s the only time we’re allowed to water–water restriction 2 nights a week. That’s from 9 pm to 1 am, and guess what? It’s pitch black out there by 8:45 pm. What if I run into a thirsty skunk? I have before. Or what if I run into a thirsty rattlesnake?
Or heck, what if I just walked into one of those giant yellow and black zipper spider’s webs…and he’s in the middle of it???
See? Life is just plain boring–until I’m stuck in a cave with Niall MacNeill and we’re trying to find a way out before the bad guys get us. Or I’m sticking him with my pitchfork because he’s slipped into my bed in my croft…when he doesn’t belong! Just a hint here–a shepherdess wielding a pitchfork is no match for a Highlander wielding a big sword. 🙂
That’s why I write. An author’s life can be downright boring. Until we liven it up a bit with those sexy heroes and lots of fantastical conflict.
And here’s the new cover for the first book in The Highlander’s series: Winning the Highlander’s Heart! I love it. Do you?
Lady Anice vows to flee the amorous advances of King Henry I, and return to her home in the Highlands, where she hopes to find a laird to wed, when she learns her staff has vanished. Premonitions of imminent danger warn her of foul play and she is certain she is cursed when it comes to marriage.
The king orders the Highlander Laird Malcolm MacNeill, seeking an English bride, to provide the lass safe escort and learn what has become of her staff. Escorting her home safely proves a dangerous trial in and of itself and keeping his heart out of the matter, when the king wishes her wed to one of his loyal barons instead, complicates issues further. Losing his heart to the lass means Malcolm could very well lose his head.