Bertie, Gertrude, and Candi were looking forward to their tropical vaca. Candi packed the tanning oil and beach hats. Gertrude managed the maps and tunes. Bertie was in charge of snacks. Loaded up and ready for takeoff, in blew a sudden storm. Alas, their flight was canceled. Instead of getting their feathers ruffled, they made the best of it with what can set any heart aflutter: a little retail therapy.
I’ve started a new photo series and you can follow along here.
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I have a couple of recipes to post this week – one on the new grill and one in the instant pot. Until then…
I’ve been working on this:
I just finished my novel Run Aground, it’s the first book in a trilogy. I was up against a tight deadline and had to focus. It is official tomorrow – but you’re special, so you get the sneak peek tonight.
You can read chapter one (chapter two will be available this weekend) at AnnieDeMoranville:
I bet you’re wondering what I’m doing standing in the dark with my ear pressed against this door. Fair question. I’m afraid the answers are more complicated than I have time for right now, considering I’m running for my life at this precise moment. But, I’ll give you the highlights. Continue reading
Available on Amazon in ebook this week. And next week, the paperback!
Hope you’ll make it one of your summer beach reads. ❤
And not totally unrelated – there are two recipes in the book from this website! See, I can make anything about cooking. – TaMara
I’ve been having difficulty putting Paris into words, which is why the delay in my promised posts. I think I just feel that everything that can be said about the City of Lights has already been said. But I’ll give it a shot.
Paris was beautiful and I enjoyed every moment of it. The people were friendly, kind and welcoming. Fall was in full force as we walked….everywhere. We mastered the Metro and wound our way through the tree line streets to museums, gardens, cafes and the cemetery.
The Eiffel Tower was directly outside the hotel window creating a pretty sweet nightlight with hourly sparkles.
I found many things as I walked through quiet museums and busy neighborhoods, but what I did not find was my heart. There was beauty, art and history, all things I love. But I was really surprised that as much as I loved it, it was not the zing to my heart that I expected.
Maybe a girl can only have one city steal her heart, and mine was stolen by Boston long, long ago. Still, every day in Paris was a lovely adventure.
There’s more and I’ll share in the days to come…especially the cemetery…
cross-posted at Annie DeMoranville Writes