Hunting for a little Heat

A big tiger-striped blob is stretched out on the back of the sofa in my office, her head pivoting every now and then to either look out the front window to watch for birds or to watch me. Not that I’m doing more than I usually do in my office.

Just typing.

But the temperature has dropped steadily for the last few days and she’s waiting for me to turn on the little space heater under my desk.

Just past her first year, she’s a huge cat, a definite two handed lift, and quite intelligent. When the heater is one, she wanders around my feet until she finds the perfect place to settle-far enough away to keep from getting scorched but close enough to get toasty warm.

Can’t believe I argued against keeping her last year. She was a rescue cat, taken in by a friend from hubby’s office, and we already had a big dog and a spoiled cat.

Now we can’t imagine not having her in our home.

Winter ?

Winter is finally here.

Maybe....

I had the same thought a few weeks ago, but lo and behold, the sun came back and the steam rose into the air-just like summer.

The cute weather guy hiding in my television has the best job in the world. He gets paid to make predictions that don’t have to be right. And he still gets paid. (Yes, I know he’s gone to college and has a degree, and is often correct, but still.)

The fact that I live in Texas makes this an easy discussion. We have a reputation for changeable weather. We native Texans even have a saying:

“If you don’t like the weather in Texas, wait a minute. It’ll change presently.”

However—

I have a theory. (Remember: I’m not a scientist, I’m a writer of fiction (the hot, steamy, make you want to hunt down your hubby for some fun, kind.)

I think the planet is shifting on its axis and the scientists in the know (and quite possibly the governments of the world) aren’t telling us.

Could be that we’re experiencing a normal occurrence that only takes place every few thousand years. (It’s possible.) But after years of doomsday movies about the death of the planet, those in the know are keeping the info hush-hush to avoid a planet-wide panic.

So, on the off chance we might be heading into a disaster, I’m going to have some fun and enjoy whatever comes along. And, of course, I’m going to keep writing my hot little stories as a diversion from what might happen down the road.

What do you think?

Full Circle

A few years ago, a writer friend was telling me about the new book she had coming out, and it sounded wonderful. When I asked her when it would be in bookstores, she told me it was an eBook and mentioned the website where I could purchase it.

My reply?

“I don’t do eBooks. There’s just something about holding a book in my hand, turning the pages, smelling that new book scent.”

And I asked her to let me know if it was ever in print.

A little over a year later, I sold my first book, Bound by Trust, to an eBook publisher.

And I went out and bought an e-reader. At the time, I wasn’t exactly tech savvy, but I read the manual and learned how to buy eBooks. I can’t tell you how many times I reached up to turn the page on the book I was reading and realized I was using an electronic device. Scary how technology creeps up on you and invades your life while you’re not looking.

I go back and forth with books and eBooks and I still have a huge collection of both.

Just the other day, I was re-reading one of JR Ward’s Blackdagger Brotherhood books. It’s an awesome series, and I was thoroughly caught up in the story. I slid my hand down the right side of the page and touched the corner to turn the page.

Nothing happened.

Tried again...still nothing.

I was about to cuss my ereader when I realized I was holding a paperback.