I can’t believe it’s Tuesday again already. The weekend was a little crazy. My son turned sixteen, which I might still be a little bit in denial about. Saturday we drove him to my mom’s in Maine so they could head out for another reenacting adventure and we won’t see him again until Sunday night. The short one got a little overcome by the heat while at my mom’s, loading three people’s worth of 18th century camps into one minivan, and we had to nurse him back to New Hampshire with the air conditioning on high and me telling him to take another small sip of water every mile and a half. I was hypothermic, but he bounced back.
New photo on my bio page. Hate having my picture taken, so that was the single most stressful thing I’ve dealt with all month. (Which, I suppose, makes me very lucky since there are far worse things.)
What am I working on…edits for my upcoming Christmas novella from Carina Press, Mistletoe & Margaritas. And I’m working on the Super Secret Kowalski Project of Doom. Want a hint?
He was a man, goddammit. He’d joined the Marines and he’d gone to Viet-fucking-nam, where he got himself shot in the last week of his thirteen-month hitch and then sent home. For what? So his old man could boss him around and punish him like a goddamned kid? He didn’t think so.