Ice on top of snow makes for very unhappy dogs. But inside, it’s spring. I’ve had this sad looking citrus plant for about four years now, and it’s just now starting to do well. Either that, or I’m just now starting to know what it needs. Regardless, I’ve got new leaves!
Category Archives: Drama Box
So I’m looking at the weather this morning before I head out to my office–Thor bringing down the hammer in one last bid for winter–and Tim starts in with the possibility that we bow out of our usually Tuesday night plans. I’m thinking it’s because of the potential ice, but he lovingly takes me in his arms and says, “Honey, it’s not the weather. You’ve got this zombie thing down pat.”
“Zombie thing?” I say, and then realize that yep, I’m shuffling, left leg with a slight drag, and I’m slurring. Damn. Didn’t realize I’d been working that hard. But honestly, don’t freak out or give me advice or be worried for me. I’ve done this since I was five. Best we can figure, it’s a remnant from spinal meningitis and this is just standard “Kim” practice. I’ve had the zombie thing down before zombies were a thing. We laugh. It goes away. I’m in the best shape I’ve ever been in my life. (Except the two summers I worked trap lines.)
And I’m laughing my butt off since all I can think of is calling my mom and saying, “Yo! Ma! Kim’s doing the zombie thing. We might not be over tonight.”
I should know better than to work over the weekend, but when you want something, you want it, and I’m so freaking excited about sharing this new book and making it the best damn thing I’ve ever written that I forgot.
But if it doesn’t, I’ve got that zombie thing going for me. (laugh)
P.S. Truly I’m okay. Slept well last night and work is moving. I’m looking forward to some exercise this afternoon, and I’m happy. It’s snowing, and my office is warm.
I say it’s a white dress with gold trim. My husband sees a blue dress with black trim. He thinks I’m crazy, but that dress is no more blue than the snow under my tree.
I’m looking at the snow and doing the happy dance because I’M NOT IN IT!! Seriously, we are at the last week of February, which has traditionally been my release date apart from a few here and there, and I’M NOT TRAVELING! I’ve been blessed with good weather most years, and wow, it’s a mess out there this time. The Carolinas have snow that’s not going anywhere, and Dallas is bracing for its third snow event. Don’t get me started about Bost-snow-ton. Storm Sparta is gearing up to layer ice and snow over a large part of the lower 48. Even when your destination city is open, the plane that was going to take you there might be grounded in Atlanta. Or Dallas. Or Washington.
My early September tour for THE DRAFTER is looking mighty good right now, and believe it or not, the publicity machine has already opened its sleepy eye, giving me a good stare before rolling over and hitting the snooze alarm. I’ve got stuff to do, and my soft inroads of thought have to turn to action the next couple of weeks. New cards, new freebies . . . new shirts? I’m not sure about the shirts. There are too many now for Tim to address and mail. I may have to go to cafe press this time. I can’t bear the thought of no shirts. You guys want shirts, don’t you?
My cardinals are singing in the snow, and the redwing blackbirds should be back at the end of the week. I can almost see them sitting forlornly on the dead cattails, waiting for the snow to go away. Until then, it feels good to be inside.
The synopsis is intentionally a little light, but you can check it out on Amazon or Barnes and Noble. No paranormals in this one. Peri is all human, and I think you’re going to like her brand of technological “magic.”
I was awake early this morning, long before the sun came up. It gave me an almost singular chance to sit in my office and drink a cup of cocoa and witness the breaking of silence. There was no wind, eerily still with no sun to push even molecules into motion, no birds to mar the perfect beauty of temperature gradient slices of air so defined you could breathe them in like flavors of ice cream. To desiccated for clouds, only the black bare branches marked the subtle shadings from apex black, to blue, to a hint of watery pink at the horizon. Definition came from what lacked, not substance itself.
It is so cold my attic is cracking.