At least with the proofing of Legend of the White Wolf and the novella.
Evolution? Or just that the other is fantasy and my wolves are real? Yep, that’s it!
Lots of thunder last night. Ominous clouds threatening like a wolf without teeth. And no rain. Again. No break in heat for another 2 weeks, it looks like, unless it changes its mind and is crazy hot for another 2 weeks. *sigh*
Have a super fun day! I’m off to write!!! Red Wolf Christmas and the cold is howling for me to come join them.
Do you see the red parrot turned upside down while the green parrot grooms him?
It’s just an upside down world.
Did you know that journaling is a great catharsis? I always tell myself that when something crazy, wild, bad, fun, exciting happens, I need to put it in a story. That’s how I live my life. It’s story material.
So here’s a crazy one. I hired a guy to take out a tree and replace it with one that won’t have to be trimmed to death to keep it from running into my house and the roots from tearing up my driveway. I don’t know why builders don’t think of long-term trouble. Anyway, so the guy and his helper tell me that the in-ground sprinkler has been cut in two places. Now, he proceeds to tell me just how one of the two shovels they were using couldn’t have done the job. He didn’t say anything about the other shovel. You know why? The one he was showing me did it. If I had taken forensic evidence from it, it would have shown it was the culprit.
So he says there’s no way it could have done it. The cuts were way too smooth. And he lifts the edge of the shovel to show it’s too jagged to have cut anything that smoothly.
It looked really smooth to me.
He says they had to be cut by a pair of scissors.
Tell me this guy is joking. That he can’t think I’m that stupid. That I would even consider buying into that malarkey. Nope. He really, truly, sincerely believes I will fall for his story.
I write stories for a living. One of the key elements is that you have to make them seem realistic. Even though mine are about shapeshifting cougars, and jaguars, and wolves, and bears, oh my!
“Well, it won’t cost that much to fix. Only about $3.50. It’s not that big a deal,” he says.
So why make up a cockamamie story and just fix it? He offered his services to do my yard. NO. WAY.
And, one of the guys tossed a water bottle behind my shrubs, thinking I wouldn’t find it. I was pulling weeds back there, and hey, my yard isn’t a trash dump, thank you very much. If you want to trash your own yard, go right ahead. That flowerbed is next to the house, a long way from the road, so it had to have been theirs.
“Nobody came over here and cut the sprinkler with a pair of scissors,” I said. For one thing, to have cut it where it was cut–in two separate places– someone would have had to have dug up all the dirt around that length of hose to reach it. I didn’t even think of that when he hit me with this unreal story. It’s almost as crazy as a parrot hanging upside down so his companion could groom his tail feathers.
The funny thing is that when I looked at the other guy to see his take on this ludicrous story, he was smiling. I smiled at him. We shared the secret. He cut the sprinkler hose.
The guys finally came back three days later to fix it, after I reminded them they were supposed to fix it two days earlier.
“We haven’t forgotten about it,” the guy in charge had texted me.
Me either! Since the water was shooting across the yard and not watering the tree that was just planted.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it the night they had done it. It wouldn’t have mattered in the least that they had done it–if they had just not made up a story to say they didn’t do it. Are we all kindergartners or what?
My neighbor’s son is my yardman, and I told him all about it when it first happened. The day after it was fixed, he was out mowing his parents’ lawn and came over to make sure the sprinkler head was set right. It wasn’t so he fixed it for me. When he cuts a sprinkler head by accident–because that’s all it is–he fixes it. No made up story at all.
I asked him why he came over and cut my sprinkler with a pair of scissors, by the way.
He laughed. I laughed.
Telling about it is a catharsis. And maybe, someday, it will be in one of my books.
Am I still mad? Nope. Sprinkler’s fixed, and I have a fun, true story to tell.
Hope you have a fun day and any tall tales you hear or offer will be just told in fun.
I’m taking My Photo Artistic Life Online Workshop, and this was the first challenge.
These are the two pictures I combined that I’d taken myself at a Wisconsin zoo. And then we had to add a vector, two textures, and a frame that they provided.
It was fun! Who knew you could add fish on top of another photo, change the blend mode and the fish would just add some color?
Anyway, I was out early this morning trying to weed, and out late last night weeding, trying to beat the heat and the storms. We might get some of the hurricane hitting New Orleans. When I wanted a little rain to help cool things down, that wasn’t what I had in mind!!
Off to write. I need to pick up some groceries, JUST in case. Hmm, m&ms, potatoes, oh, okay, batteries, water….
I think he thought I could see him. See the aphids on the milkweed below him on the leaf?
Okay, so I spent the day running errands with my daughter yesterday, put up a spice rack, and a peg board in the garage for my gardening tools, trying to get more organized, but I still managed to fill in more scenes and got 2,000 words.
We might go to the pool this morning. I’m trying to finish this book. Does that sound familiar???
Okay, off to work on it some more. Have a shelf to put together too, and more pegboard to hang up to get more organized.
I have a ton of things I’m doing, like repainting wrought iron furniture too, and I picked some more flower seeds (perennials, so they’ll come back next year too) and a couple of more plants. Am I crazy, or what? Have a super fun day!
I’m off to type up edits and begin writing again next, but I had to play with some artwork first. You know. Just because I have to blog and I needed something new to post. Right.
Any excuse to play with photos, right?
I added several layers of water, two different kinds, sky, and texture. It’s not perfect, but I have 4 dogs I have to keep taking in and out and I have to get back to the real work at hand. But isn’t the artwork pretty?
I took the picture of the African ducks at a zoo and they just wouldn’t all look at me or hold still, yet it captures the essence of ducks, don’t you think? One grooming himself, two cuddling, another standing on one leg in rest.
In other news, Barnes and Noble is now beta testing an author bio page and guess what???? I was asked to participate. That rarely happens to me. Well…uhm, never. But yay! I felt honored.
Okay, I’m back to writing. Maybe I’ll take the dogs all out one more time. Kill milkweed bugs. And THEN get back to writing.
I am. Really. The dogs love me. Rilo is a beta corgi, and he’s always sleeping at my feet. If I go anywhere, all the dogs follow me. Luna, the other corgi and Tanner the black havanese are the alphas. Max, the white havanese is the other beta and he’s usually on my lap. It’s pouring out, so they all did their thing this morning and wanted right back inside and it was so wearing, they’re all asleep. Sooooo, I’m off to edit some more!
I love the rain! I was so glad to hear it this morning. Rain? Really? We haven’t had any in weeks, and even when we were supposed to get some, we haven’t.
So I’m ready to dance in the rain. But I have to edit and write instead.
Always the work ethic.
Have a beautiful and productive and fun day! It’s pouring again. Yay!
Milkweed bugs–the juveniles. They’re horrible. Oh sure, they have families, they probably love each other, and I’m the monster, but they they will destroy milkweed plants that monarch butterfly caterpillars have to have to survive. These bugs go after the seeds that will produce new plants so I never have to buy new ones.
I haven’t seen this many milkweed bugs ever. It’s like they’re in plague proportions. I had been cutting off the seed pods and dumping the whole lot of them into a soapy water container. But since then, I’ve been just shaking the seed pods using a stick, and dumping them into the witch’s brew, and that’s been working.
I also have these. They’re milkweed assassin bugs but they’re NOT doing their job. I think there are just way too many of the milkweed bugs. I was getting rid of the mating pairs of milkweed bugs as fast as I could, but obviously I didn’t get rid of enough of them. The good news is that I THINK I’m getting a handle on them. I’m not finding the huge numbers on the seed pods. But I have to be diligent and every time I go outside with the dogs (I’ve gained two more, dogsitting), I get rid of more of the milkweed bugs.
Okay, the pack of dogs has gone out, eaten, gone out, it’s time to settle down and write.
Have a great day! I will be thinking of bugs in my nightmares….
No wolf is safe in USA Today bestseller Terry Spear’s new installment of the SEAL Wolf series.
Never be so foolish as to fall for the enemy…
Special wolf agent Jillian Matthews has joined the jaguar-run United
Shifter Force to track down a deadly criminal. She’s even willing to
work with PI Vaughn Greystroke—until the hot, growly SEAL wolf makes the
mistake of getting in her way. Naturally, she shoots him. Who could
Vaughn Greystroke has always worked alone. But when a string of
attempted murders puts him in the crosshairs, teaming up with the
Shifter Force begins to sound like a good idea. Even if he has to work
with alluring—and potentially treacherous—Jillian Matthews. Vaughn is a
trained SEAL, after all. He can surely keep his distance from Jillian…no
matter how much she’s getting under his skin.
SEAL Wolf Series:
A SEAL in Wolf’s Clothing (Book 1)
A SEAL Wolf for Christmas (Book 2)
SEAL Wolf Hunting (Book 3)
SEAL Wolf in Too Deep (Book 4)
SEAL Wolf Undercover (Book 5)
Having an awful time getting connected to my internet this morning. Just wanted to post this. Ended up writing 3,000 words on Billionaire on my babysitting day. Woohoo!
Took pictures of the books that came in for SEAL Wolf Surrender that releases in 10 days. I also have to proof Destiny of the Wolf for the re-release 10th Anniversary. *sigh* I think I’m catching up on my word count and then another thing saps my time.
Okay, I’m off to feed the dogs who wonder why I didn’t feed them two hours ago. Sometimes, life gets in the way.
I moved my feeder next to the rosebush so that I could see it while I was writing. And guess what? The redheaded woodpecker I saw three years ago, or maybe a new one, showed up again! He feels like he’s far enough away from my window, but also, instead of a bare pine tree, I have lots of vegetation–crape mytles, youpon holly, and the rosebush around it and it might feel safer.
He’s a beautiful bird and I was thrilled to see him here.
Word count…? Ugh. I was revising White Wolf and that’s always a killer on word count. Add, take away, add, take away. We had an Easter egg hunt and barbecue yesterday, and when I got home, I couldn’t get into either story. So going to try and do better today. Hopefully.
Have a great day!!! I have to work! I want to plant flowers.