Til Death: 138
It just wasn’t working for me today. I’m in crisis management mode at work (will be going in again tomorrow to work on some stuff), and I’ve just been busy and tired and interrupted. After doing the big grocery buying trip (twice a month), I came home, fixed supper, then DH’s friend came over, and they’ve been making music (at least they’re GOOD musicians)–so that’s been distracting. I attempted to replace the plug that my dog chewed off my floor lamp in the office, except the plug that I bought was apparently made for lamps and electronics from the 70s because I don’t own a single electric anything with wires that thin. I tried shaving off some of the insulation on the wire to make it fit, plugged it in, blew the fuse, and then blew up the plug. Waste of $2. I did manage to successfully replace the socket that was out on another lamp, so at least I’ve got pretty decent light in my office now. Then my mother called, I started laundry, and…I’m just so not in the zone. I’m tired and sleepy. So I think I’m going to curl up on the new day bed and crack open one of my new book purchases.
I’ve been searching out other books that represent the sort of niche I’m going to be aiming for with my books–romantic suspense set in Mississippi or the Deep South (in places other than New Orleans or Atlanta or other big southern cities) that’s actually written by southerners. So far I’m not finding much. I don’t know if that means it doesn’t really exist or if I just don’t know how to search for them. Either way, it looks like I won’t have a lot of competition for writing exactly what I want to write, which is good in a sense and bad in others. Anyway, I am totally open to suggestions. So far I’ve picked up one of Brenda Novak’s Mississippi trilogy (apparently the second, so I hope that you don’t have to read them in order), and another book by Beverly Barton. Anybody know of some others?