It’s been a busy few days here on the farm. A sudden frost bit through the row covers and into the greenhouse, killing most of the tomato plants inside and all the cucumbers outside.
On the bright side, the squash and onions loved it. As well, the tomato roots survived and are sending up new foliage. I’ve got two of the beds planted and three more just about ready for planting. A friend brought us two pick up loads of organic fertilizer, aka horse manure, well rotted.
There have been three batches of rhubarb jam put down and the rhubarb bed still has tons of the good stuff growing. Life is good.
Now for a ROW80 check-in.
Once again I managed 1500 words.It’s funny how a few sentences her and there add up. So, I’ll shoot for another 1500 this week.
Oh, while I’m at it, here the opening paragraph of the current WIP. It’s a sequel to the Immortal Tigress.
“Cursing softly, and wishing for a fur coat as she trudged through the snow in human form, the vampire shivered. Ah to hell with it, she stripped off her clothes and buried them in the snow before changing into the sabre toothed tiger; the cat could track the maddened killer more easily, and she had a fur coat.”
Well that’s it for me today. Until next time, may your days be blessed.
It’s been a crazy, busy, week, but it was also a successful week. As I often say, “Ya gotta love it when it works.” And work it has. Last Sunday we put up Frankie and Frankie is being good to us. Here’s a line from our first review.
“This book is more of a thriller than a romance.”
So, heeeerrrrrreeeeees Frankie.
Now, while Frankie was basking in the warmth of cyberspace and the virtual bookshelf, here’s what Mother Nature had in store for us. Snow, sleet, hail, and freezing rain as well as ice in the harbour. In spite of it all we did manage one trip to the city for groceries. However, I confess as much of the week as possible was spent inside by the fire.
Now for a ROW80 Check In
Speaking of hiding out inside, I did get lots of writing done. My current WIP now stands at 50,000 words and counting. Here’s a quick peek from the rough draft.
It took him only a few moments to find the second door and push his way through. What he saw as he entered took his breath away for a moment. She was standing at the base of the stairs, a feather duster in her hand and the fading rays of sunlight dancing on her hair like a halo. The girl was all delicious curves and had large liquid brown eyes with the longest lashes he had ever seen. Jace took a moment to appreciate the vision before him. And then she spoke in a demanding voice.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“I’m Jace Harper and I own the place,” he said with a grin. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”
“I’m Mara O’Grady,” she replied, blushing softly. “I guess I’m trespassing.”
Okay, the goal for this coming week is to hit 60,000 words. Wish me luck. J
Oh, with a bit of luck we should have another newsletter out this week too. You can sign up for the newsletter at the top right of the page; just click on my smiling face.
Now how about you folks, what have you been up to? What exciting things are happening for you? Come on, talk to me, you know you want to. J