NoraLeduc

April First today. Spring is here. Somewhere, but not in our back yard. Winter is patiently waiting for it to arrive as she sits on our deck.  I had to remind myself of spring with some pictures from last year. My flower box and then a visit to Prescott Park with Mrs. M.

Here's one of my covers. I hope you can see it. I tired posting the smaller picture, but it was too dark. Yes, the scene takes place in the shadows, but I never considered having to turn on the light to see my cover. Hmm, Anyway, PICK UP LINES FOR MURDER is a fun, breezy romantic mystery. Lost of fun to write and to read. I'm waiting for the release date and will let you know. When the cover appears in your email box, you know the release date can't be far.

I'm still waiting on MURDER CAME CALLING. Will post as soon as I hear about it. It's scheduled for June!  Making me a little nervous that all is quiet on the book front.  But I'll keep the faith.   Meanwhile, put on your lights and your glasses, or borrow some and check out my cover.

Nora

I cam across this happily ever after ending story for the Michael Vick fight dogs. Be sure to play the slide show on the first website and check out the new homes on the second!

http://www.badrap.org/rescue/vick/heal.html

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/multimedia/photo_gallery/0812/nfl.michael.vicks.dogs/content.1.html?eref=sixtra_newsletter122908

When Winter saw her first tennis ball, she loved it. She could play fetch until my arm fell off.  Eventually, I'd confiscate the ball and retreat to the house to end the play session. That's when I learned, I taught her a new game.  Now she'd take the ball and hide under the porch or under the steps with it, refusing to bring it back.  But then this too lost its newness and she discovered another ball game, which she shared with me.

Check out the picture of Winter, our proud graduate of puppy class. She's got real class. After, Winter celebrated with treats and hisses from Scaredy and Bad Girl the cats.

Nora

Well, my blog has returned.  I've no idea where it's been.  I've tried and tried to get on it. It could be seen but never touched.  Anyway, it's back in time for good news. I've sold two books!! Hurray, hurray!  Murder Came Calling will be appearing, not lost like the blog, in June of 2009.  Pick Up Lines for Murder still needs a date of publication but I'm hoping it may be this year.  We'll see. Edits are to start this month so I'm optimistic.

Happy Fourth of July!  May you be blessed with many barbecues.

Nora 

I've been writing more this month. Not in my blog, of course. But in WORD. I've joined NANOWRIMO or National Novel Writing Month. Eighty thousand people from around the world have signed up to write a 50,000 word novel in the month of November. So here I am at 35,000 words and only a few days to go.

Will I make it? YES!! And then there's the rewrite. They should have NANOREMO or National Novel Revision month immediately following it. then we could have NANOPUBO and onward.

The good news, when I turn off the editor in my head, wow, I can write fast. Course, the story has plot holes big enough for the US Army to drive through and invade another country. But what the heck. It's the thrill of success. Wonder if those striking writers feel any of that success now? Hmm, I'd like to write for Gossip Girl. In April is National Script Writing Month. Maybe I'll write a soap opera or two. Desperate Housewives look out!

My dh and I went to the new arena seating cinema today to watch Bruce Willis in Live Free or Die.  Everyone else had also already arrived...to see Harry Potter. I don't think I've seen Bruce Willis since Moonlighting.  He doesn't look much different except he's rid himself of the few strands of hair that used to cling to his head.

Bruce looks so fit, I'd like to go to the same gym. Bruce can outrun terrorists with machine guns, slide down street ramps without as much as a rug burn and jump on planes in flight without going through the lines at security.  Since I have trouble going up three flights of stairs at work, just sign me up to work with his trainer.  Next time I needed a lift, I'd just wait for a jet to fly by and jump on.