It’s been an excellent week. So much so that I’m afraid someone will pinch me and I’ll wake up to find it’s a dream. In fact, if I were a character in one of my books, something horrible would have to happen to ratchet up the conflict and tension. (Plotting at all times is a side effect of the job.)
|Sunset on Pensacola Beach|
The same day the contract came, I got shot (in a good way). My talented cousin/photographer took hundreds of pictures while her sister made me laugh. I can’t wait to see how those turned out.
Can you guess which cousin made me laugh? Though this is more like a grimace.