I loved the names you came up with for the bowling alley, but I couldn’t stop laughing at “Pins and Sins” (thank you, Lynn) so I made it a bowling alley/massage parlor. The mayor bowls there. I think whoever said the realtor would probably be something like “Demon Island Realty” was probably right. You’d want something that didn’t sound like a joke if you were spending thousands of dollars. So thank you all very much for playing.
And now I have Button and Max going through the closed-for-the-season amusement park and I realized I didn’t have many names for rides and concessions. I had the names below, but I’m always open to new ideas. Anybody want to play again?
Maybe I’m still on Santa Paws time, but after a day fraught with conflict and repressed anger, I am happy that I have three small dogs snoring in my bed. There’s something so completely serene about all three of them snoozing away, Milton under the covers, Mona with her legs in the air, and Veronica languishing like a diva in the quilt. I figure it’s like yawning. You know how when somebody yawns, you yawn, too? I think the complete lack of tension is catching. It’s very hard to be tense while you’re watching a puppy chases rabbits in his sleep or an old dog sigh and smile while she snoozes.
Of course, it doesn’t have to be a dog. Could be a cat. Or another animal. Maybe Chris Hemsworth. You choose.
It’s the first of December and it’s getting cold, especially for the pets in shelters. No matter how much cherishing shelter workers give them (and let’s give thanks for shelter workers, that job must break hearts daily), these abandoned animals need forever homes. Until that day arrives, they also need food and blankets and toys, which is why December is Operation Santa Paws month. Give what you can to your local shelter, and while you’re giving, check out the clientele. The best gift you ever gave yourself may be right there, waiting for you.
Nancy Yeager’s new Victorian romance novella is available now on Amazon!
Too Clever by Half is the kickoff novella of the Harrow’s Finest Five series, Victorian romances about smart women, sexy men, steamy passions, and the occasional scandal. The first full-length novel in the series will be available in January 2019!
I downloaded a romance by a writer I’d never heard of (not surprising, I am completely out of the loop on romance at this point), and while the leads were charming and the setting excellent, everything kept happening as expected. It was fun to read–who doesn’t want to read about people falling in love with a happy ending–I felt no interest in buying more of the books in the series or even rereading that one again, even though I’d enjoyed it. It was the first time I’d read something and realized I didn’t want to read it again, ever, even though it had been fun to read. I think it might be the predictability of it–knowing there’s a happy ending is a romance staple does not mean knowing everything that’s going to happen is okay, too–or possibly that so much of the conflict was of the if-they’d-just-talked variety. It is also possible that I’m just a jaded bitch.
I’m still working on the book, which is due Dec. 3, and which will be a mess but with any luck, finished and ready for editing. As always happens at the end of a project–any project–it’s not turning out the way I expected, but I like it. This phenomenon happens whether I’m booting up a laptop, picking up a paintbrush, hooking yarn, or planning a garden. I’ve decided to embrace the surprise ending. It’s pretty much the only one I’m going to get anyway.
What did you make that surprised you (or possibly came out exactly as planned, :P) this week?
So I wrote a dog (Stripe) and cat (Joyce) into the first act of the Nita book and then lost them. They never appear again. Well, Stripe dies, but then there was supposed to be a puppy. So I’m torn. Do I write the animals into the later acts or cut them in Act One?