I'm usually too lazy to take pictures, but we just finished redecorating the dining room and my husband brought home roses for Valentines, and the colors were too pretty to resist. So I thought I'd let everyone share in my lovely flowers. Just ignore the bad photography!
Of course, instead of spending the day--which also happens to be our anniversary--on fine wining and dining, I'm spending it burning my husband's favorite strawberry-rhubarb pie while trolling the internet for the best way spending my promotion budget for the July release. I just received the cover flats, and if there were only some way of reproducing the drama of Ian's lightning staff the art department has depicted...
Man, what I could do with a staff that wields lightning! One could certainly make an entrance at a party.
I am being very remiss in my journaling for varied reasons, none of them exciting. I probably have two dozen characters running around inside my head, waiting to get out, and I keep populating my limited skull with more instead of writing chapters. Apparently, in my winter doldrums, I'm finding it easier to make up stories I don't have to write because I'm now creating one that's more mainstream fiction than anything else, just because I want a satisfactory ending to a real life thoroughly unsatisfactory situation. And if that last sentence is a testimonial to my ability to write during the doldrums, I'm thinking I'll stick with instinct and wait for the sun to come out, or Mercury to leave retrograde, whichever comes first. Anyone else write better with a fire and a cup of hot cocoa?