Thursday, April 28, 2011


My guy's building a scratching post for the cats. An eight foot number that goes up to the ceiling and is wrapped in jute rope. And he doesn't even like cats very much.

Makes me fall in love all over again.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011


We are once again in north Georgia where the pollen is still yellow and the winds still rage. They're saying storms tonight. After being in draught-ridden coastal Georgia, this is a big change.

The cats are whiny. I'm whiny. My guy's the only one still perky.

Sometimes I wonder how we ever got together.

Sunday, April 24, 2011


CREWKIN is a space opera novel by Rhobin L. Courtright. The heroine, Renna, is bred specifically to work on long-haul spaceships where the crews go months, even years, in space isolation. When her ship is destroyed, the surviving crewkin are encouraged to commit suicide rather than try to live as norms (normal people). Renna is the only one to refuse. And now she can never work as a crewkin again.

So she signs on with a short-haul spaceship and tries hard to fit in with the rag-tag norms who mistrust crewkin. But the cargo they're carrying is an engine more advanced than any other spaceship engine ever conceived. An engine capable of thrusting deeper into space in a fraction of the time regular engines need. An engine with its own intelligence.

And though they don't know it, this advanced engine they're transporting is the very same engine that destroyed Renna's old ship.

HAL in 2001 was scary, but this engine is something else! It can do everything including rebuilding the ship!

Pacing is good, characters maybe not quite developed enough, but overall, a really good book! Anybody who likes SF will like it.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011


My girl cat likes jewelry. Whenever I turn my back, she's after my rings, bracelets, earrings...

I wonder if I can get her ears pierced. She'd look really cute with studs.

Or maybe some hoops I could tie a leash to!

Saturday, April 16, 2011


I got the executed contract today so I feel safe in announcing that Five Star Press has offered for my light mystery, TAXED TO THE MAX. It's due to come out in December of 2012 in hardback since Five Star, I understand, sells mostly to libraries and educational facilities.

TAXED TO THE MAX is a light murder mystery. It isn't R rated, maybe not even PG-13 rated. No heavy thinking is involved to enjoy it. In case like most people, you've been dying of curiosity about what really goes on in a property tax collections/tag office, this is your chance to find out.

As for what it's about, well...

When a tax commissioner is murdered, a young tag clerk is asked to replace him. Ha! She's not crazy enough to take on the thankless job.

But then her ex-fiance who jilted her at the altar in front of two hundred people - most of them local - tells her to turn it down, that whoever killed the tax commissioner will be gunning for her. Naturally, she can't let the snake-in-the-grass talk her out of a job he probably wants one of his buddies to have. She becomes tax commissioner to spite him.

But the snake was right. Now the murderer's after her.

So obtuse deputies guard her 24/7, tag buyers try to do all kinds of illegal stuff, and the property tax digest she's responsible for, is in the hands of the pothead IT guy.

With this much stress, what's a gal to do?

I hope all tax office people out there enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Monday, April 11, 2011


We had visitors while we were at the island. Here they are on the pier.

And here are some more visitors, playing on the whale in the park. There's a nice playground right beside it but for some reason, kids gravitate to the whale!

Wednesday, April 6, 2011


This is our house on the lake in north Georgia. One photo shows purple wildflowers in the yard by the azaleas. They're gorgeous. The other has a view of the lake from our front porch through the dogwoods. 

Monday, April 4, 2011


TO: She Cat
FROM: Momma
SUBJECT: Carousing on the Bed

Please refrain from jumping up and down on me in the middle of the night while I'm trying to sleep.

TO: Momma
FROM: She Cat
SUBJECT: Carousing on the Bed

I'll be happy to if you'll make my brother stop pouncing on me and biting me in the middle of the night while I'm trying to sleep.

TO: He Cat
FROM: Momma
SUBJECT: Carousing on the Bed

Please refrain from pouncing on your sister and biting her in the middle of the night while we're trying to sleep.


TO: Momma
FROM: He Cat
SUBJECT: Carousing on the Bed

I'll be happy to if you'll make my sister stop trying to groom me in the middle of the night while I'm trying to sleep.

TO: Poppa
FROM: Momma
SUBJECT: Carousing on the Bed

Please see about putting a lock on the bedroom door. Otherwise, we'll never get any sleep.

Saturday, April 2, 2011


Still moving. It will never end. Go up to the lake and take stuff, come back down, get more stuff, take back up...

The cats are scheduled to go soon. They are about the last thing down here. Been putting off taking them because of the ordeal in bringing them down.

Then we overdosed one, didn't dose the other enough. She slept for three days. He yowled for six hours. Hoping to strike a happy medium going back.

Air still not working up at the lake and neither is the thingie we need for internet connections. My guy's seething and is sending it back. Maybe the replacement won't be bad.

Tired but glad to be back down here for a few days.