OH, DEAR, WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE?


If anyone has some REALISTIC location suggestions for me, please send them along.
The problem is that I'm buried in a new book--the one I'm writing, OUT OF BODY, and my head is almost always down. Days go by and I don't notice what's going on around me.
Seriously, I'm up to my ears in psi. Psi this and psi that. Marley Millet is restoring a red lacquer Chinoiserie dollhouse and it's getting her into all kinds of trouble. Today I got nervous that she'd gone too far and wouldn't be able to get back:) I don't mind her making things difficult as long as I'm in control at all times.
Oh (Stella is casting about for fascinating information) it's snowing here in Washington State--on the shores of Lake Washington!
A couple of hours ago I heard sleet hitting my office windows so I went outside to look. Yup, not much happens around here. But guess what, I walked into non-stop excitement. Two cop cars with lights flashing were blocking the street at the corner because a water pipe broke! Imagine that. And the flood of water had swept piles of mud, pebbles and other crud downhill.
Wow, my heart is still all aflutter.
I'd better calm down and get back to poor Marley. She's stuck somewhere very, very cold.
Good tidings, Stella


















