. . .there's more!
The plethora of bloom at our place just now expresses perfectly my state of mind. More and more good news!
As soon as Herself told me that she had accepted the rewrite of Birdie's book (which I really must learn to call The Day of Small Things,) I sent her the proposal for the next Elizabeth book -- the one where I get around to dealing with that troubling message from Aunt Dodie.
I am already under contract for this book but Herself still has to approve my plan -- a sort of road map -- for the book before I begin. And it's not automatic -- it's happened in the past that she's rejected my ideas and, kindly but firmly, sent me back to the drawing board.
I am already under contract for this book but Herself still has to approve my plan -- a sort of road map -- for the book before I begin. And it's not automatic -- it's happened in the past that she's rejected my ideas and, kindly but firmly, sent me back to the drawing board.
But this time my luck was in! Herself was most enthusiastic about my plans for Elizabeth's next adventure and gave me a big thumbs-up! So I'm diving right in -- the book opens as Elizabeth gets another phone call.
"Gloria's a . . . a complicated person."
I put the phone down and glowered at it, as if it were responsible for this new and unwelcome twist in my life. "Or as they say around here, crazy as a shithouse rat. And with all the farm work and our wedding set for early June, this is definitely not a good time for a visit."
I was thinking out loud, trying to make sense of the just-ended conversation. "But if things are so bad with her husband that she wants to come stay here -- and for a month or more -- what can I do? And things must be seriously bad -- Glory hates it here. 'Too much nature, she always says -- as if nature was something you wouldn't want to step in."
Phillip looked up from his book with that calm, amused look he's so good at. "This guy's -- what -- your sister's third husband? So problems with married life aren't exactly new to her. What's the big deal this time?"
I continued to stare at the phone, wondering if this had been some elaborate joke. But the thing is -- my sister has no sense of humor.
"Well," I told Phillip -- my poor long-suffering Phillip who deserves better than this, " according to Gloria, the problem is that Jerry's trying to kill her."
"Gloria's a . . . a complicated person."
I put the phone down and glowered at it, as if it were responsible for this new and unwelcome twist in my life. "Or as they say around here, crazy as a shithouse rat. And with all the farm work and our wedding set for early June, this is definitely not a good time for a visit."
I was thinking out loud, trying to make sense of the just-ended conversation. "But if things are so bad with her husband that she wants to come stay here -- and for a month or more -- what can I do? And things must be seriously bad -- Glory hates it here. 'Too much nature, she always says -- as if nature was something you wouldn't want to step in."
Phillip looked up from his book with that calm, amused look he's so good at. "This guy's -- what -- your sister's third husband? So problems with married life aren't exactly new to her. What's the big deal this time?"
I continued to stare at the phone, wondering if this had been some elaborate joke. But the thing is -- my sister has no sense of humor.
"Well," I told Phillip -- my poor long-suffering Phillip who deserves better than this, " according to Gloria, the problem is that Jerry's trying to kill her."
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