Mea culpa

For all y’all who are e-mailing and calling me, I hope you read here, so you’ll know that I’m not ignoring you, and I will respond, just slowly. I love hearing from you, I truly do, and I appreciate hearing what’s going on with you (if only you all had LiveJournals!). I’m just overwhelmed right now with the writing stuff. It’ll get better.

I did take a little break on New Year’s Eve, my least favorite holiday of the year–though it’s always okay if I keep it low-key, and I did. Lynne brought Greta the Dowager Doberman, Sparky, and Minute for a slumber party with Margot and Guinness. You can’t pay for comedy like that. Greta’s got some continence issues, so she has a snazzy snap-on diaper that she wears in the house. No pictures, because she IS the dowager and deserves to hold on to some shred of dignity. Sparky’s blindness didn’t stop him from playing hard with Minute, but it also didn’t serve him well in a strange place with hazards he can’t see, like steps, bushes, brick walls, and other dogs. Margot sometimes wanted to play, but mostly she just arranged a pillow on the bed and perched on it like a princess, staying above it all. Guinness by turns wailed, barked, and passed out–which is what many of you were probably doing on New Year’s Eve, too.

After we prepared and ate a Tex-Mex feast, Tim went back to the Satellite Office to continue writing. Lynne and I got to Lindsey and Rhonda’s minutes before the year changed. Lynne played The Simpsons Clue with Lindsey, Ileya, and Adam, while another of their guests approached me with, “Did you used to work at Bookstop?” Amazingly, after all these years, I was able to recall Patrick’s name and met his cool wife, who was patient with us while we reminisced, as former Bookstop employees are wont to do. She also had the coolest black leather trench coat.

As we were leaving later, Rhonda and Lindsey offered us one of their remaining bottles of champagne, so we got to come home and share a toast to 2007 with Tim. Lynne and her canines went to bed shortly afterward, and Tim and I sat up until five a.m. talking about the things that Tim and I talk about (conversations that often get repeated by characters a year or two later).

Monday, Lynne and I hung out and talked about the things WE talk about. After we made a trip to Whole Foods, she went back to Green Acres with Greta, Sparky, and Minute. I did a dash to Shady Pines to make sure my mother got her black-eyed peas and greens on New Year’s Day. Tom got home safely from his trip to see his side of our family (and to bring more fabulous presents to me from them, including a big stack of canvases, YAY!).

And now it’s all about work, because TJB5 is due January 15 and Coventry 2 is due March 1. I’ll probably be a horrible friend for the next eight weeks.

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Santa, Baby

Tom and I got the package. Are you reading this? I just wanted to say thank you. In one way, I’m not surprised, because you remind me that what I believe is true: People are compassionate, thoughtful, and selfless, and they peform acts of kindness without expecting or wanting anything in return.

In another way, of course, I am surprised, because it came out of the blue and I have absolutely no idea who Santa is.

All I can say, again, is thank you from Tom and me. You’ll never know how much it means to us.

And I will do what you asked me to do.

Baking Night at The Compound

Friday was completely a SCORE! day. We received a box as big as my living room from Jim which I haven’t opened yet. I’m thinking it may contain a Mercedes G500. Jim, you shouldn’t have!

A box came from my secret Santa in Tom’s family–it’ll remain unopened until Monday. A box came from Timmy, and among other things, he sent cookies (OMG, SO GOOD) in this adorable tin, which I didn’t let Lynne see or she would steal it:

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A new day

Truly, it’s a good day. I stayed up all night to try to get control of the sheer volume of things I’ve been letting fall by the wayside. The rest of my Christmas cards done… the rest of my packages–except one–shipped (FYI to Montrose readers: midnight and seven a.m. trips to the post office on Richmond were great–no lines, the machines were working, they even had stamps–the machine in the post office on West Gray has been iffy lately)… some e-mails answered… bills paid… ATM receipts found and dealt with… presents wrapped and put under the tree… went to the bank this morning to make a deposit… all the bagged leaves and prunings and the branches were picked up by the city so The Compound looks better…

I didn’t get to sleep until around 9:30 a.m. I was dimly aware of the phone ringing around 9:45, but there was no way I could pull myself back to consciousness. When I finally woke up around 2:00, I listened to the message. Dr. Minton said the dogs’ tests came back with no abnormalities. They can stop taking the Vitamin K, but she said it won’t hurt them, so I’d rather err on the side of caution and finish out the dose.

This is a HUGE relief, to know Margot and Guinness will both be fine. Every time I look at Margot, I’m flooded with gratitude that Tom saw her pick up the rat bait and reacted so quickly, and that Tim was here to keep things calm and interact with Poison Control. If you’ve read Margot’s history, you know I say that she saved me when we lost Pete and Stevie. Both Margot and Guinness are the joy and comfort of The Compound, and I’m glad we’ll be having another merry Christmas with them and their crazy dog antics.

Again, thanks to everyone who’s been concerned about The Compound Hounds. Your good wishes helped more than you can know.

Then this afternoon, I got an e-mail from my editor at Kensington. German rights to A COVENTRY CHRISTMAS have been sold. He says I’m going to be international. I’m not really sure what that means, except that it’s possible it’ll pay a few vet bills. =) If anyone reads German, maybe one day you’ll be able to tell me how the translation compares to the English version.

On a Beck-is-really-weird note: At some point yesterday, it occurred to me that I made a mistake on the tags for my nephew Josh’s little girl. Her name is Amelia, and for reasons beyond my comprehension, I thought I might have put “Jessica” on both her gift and an ornament I made for her. I called my sister a few minutes ago hoping that the box of gifts had arrived. It had, and indeed, I did rename my great-niece. Fortunately, my sister will change the name tag and can touch up the ornament to correct it. Thanks, Debby!

How did I get so senile at…THIRTY-FIVE!?!

No More Drama

I don’t do/like drama.
I accept that shit happens. Sometimes bad shit. When it does, if there’s something to be done about it, I take action, because that’s part of my Aries nature. If there’s nothing to be done, I try to subscribe to the “what is” way of life rather than the “what if” way of life. “What if” leads to anxiety and/or regret, and neither of those is a state I want to be in.

All that being said, 2006 is definitely going to be remembered as a year of drama at The Compound: mainly, dog drama.

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