First off, author Patricia Rosemoor and I are chatting with each other about writing and life and inspiration at Romance at Random today. Stop by if you get a chance!
I’ve begun doing a lot of sorting and reorganizing of computer files lately, as my day-job workplace is increasing security systems. I’m moving things to clouds and from clouds and it’s all pretty tiresome.
Except that I’m unearthing stuff I’d forgotten about. You know, like the first draft of the first scene of Royal Street. Am I going to run that here on the blog? As DJ would say, oh hell no. I did keep it in case times get hard and I need something to amuse myself with.
Speaking of bad writing, it brings me to this video that I have probably watched at least fifteen times and it is SO me. I mean, give the woman some geek glasses and call her by my name: Watch clip.
It’s from “Mike and Molly,” a show I have never watched, but I’m thinking maybe I should 🙂
Then, I found this mask picture. Rene wears it in BELLE CHASSE in the excerpt I ran last Sunday. I used to collect masks and have a couple of cool ones that I bought in Venice, Italy, when I was there for Carnivale a number of years ago. Those are THE coolest masks ever.
Then there was one of Tanker’s baby pictures. Well, this is when he was about a year old, which is when I found him. He quickly adapted from being a starving street stray to a pampered sofa-napping glutton, as you can tell. This sofa, already pretty worn, died a quick death shortly after this photo was made. I was at work, and Shane and Tanker had a party. The sofa, apparently, was their hors d’oeuvre. I came home to so much stuffing, it looked like it had snowed in my living room.
Here are some circa 1815 chairs I selected for Jean Lafitte’s dining room at his home in Barataria. Eagles!
A shot of some of the land around Barataria, south of New Orleans, which Jean knew like the back of his hand, as the saying goes. Now, it’s, appropriately, the Jean Lafitte National Wildlife Preserve. I think he’d find that amusing.
Finally, a duplex that’s for sale near Fort Morgan, on the Gulf Coast of Alabama. My BFF and I drove down there in mid-November as a possible spot to move to once I (fingers crossed) leave the day job to write full-time in 2017. I decided I’d love being on the beach, but it had “hurricane fodder” written all over it. Tempting, though! Right now, I’m aiming my sights on Pensacola, Florida.
Thanks for rambling along with me today!