You know that adage “While the cat’s away…”? Well, my dear hubby is back in South Dakota and I have been burning the midnight oil. By reading. Oh, yeah. That’s me. Totally wild and crazy. staying up so late my eyes are all red and droopy the next day. I’ve been accused of having an hang over.

I just finished two books: MY SISTER’S KEEPER by Jodi Picault. Sad, dramatic, powerful. I made my daughter cry just by telling her the book’s premise. And LAST DANCE AT THE JITTERBUG LOUNGE by Pamela Morsi. As usual, extremely good. A very different take on a marriage-in-jeopardy story.

Oh, and I finished my line edits of DADDY BY SURPRISE in two days and turned in a partial for my next book(Mac’s story but still untitled)–lest you think I’ve been a total slug.

Now, it’s time to prepare for the RWA National conference, which begins next week. Those of you who have been part of this blog over the years know that I have a love/hate relationship with these huge, annual gatherings. I love seeing my old friends and putting new faces to names I’ve met online, but the crowds, the lines, the worrying over clothes and wearing shoes that I don’t normally wear really zaps me.

Here’s where a good friend would bolster my flagging energy and try to pump me up. Waiting… Pl…ease. How ’bout if I include a bribe? Any uplifting comments will put you in the drawing for a book and one of my silly new promo items I ordered yesterday from Oriental Trading Company. You wouldn’t believe the kind of junk I had in my shopping basket until the reality of the grand total took my breath away and sanity returned. The only thing I really regret putting back was the flying frogs. But, really, how do they relate to my Spotlight on Sentinel Pass series? Sigh.

So, please, help me work on the Top Ten Reasons I Should Be Happy to Go To RWA National in San Francisco.

Deb