It’s that time of year again when you see this phrase, “Laissez roller les bon temps,” bantered about as people, especially those in New Orleans, prepare for Mardi Gras later this month. Well, I’ve just experienced a week of my own good times rolling in. So good, I didn’t remember until just now, mid-evening on Sunday night, that I hadn’t written my weekly blog post yet for tomorrow morning. I thought I’d use this occasion to let you in on some of them.
A month ago, as I was waiting in the Des Moines International Airport to catch my flight to Chicago and then subsequent flight to Orlando to return to Florida after the holidays, at seven on a Sunday morning, I pulled up my email from my editor at The Wild Rose Press, Cindy Davis, indicating she was recommending to senior staff that my latest submission, Saved by the Salsa, be published. Two weeks ago, I received the contract. This past week, the signed contract was returned to me. Saved by the Salsa is on its way to publication! This is my third book with TWRP, my fourth to be published. So far, the experience of being told your baby is going to be seen and read by others hasn’t gotten old.
I’ll be talking about this book several more times in the next months leading up to publication, but let me give you your first taste of it here. This is the first of a three-part series about Sullivan’s Creek, a new housing development that is conceived in the rolling prairie of central Iowa. This first book explores how the design concept comes into being despite the issues faced by and between the two architects assigned to bring life to an amorphous idea spawned by an anonymous client. Lacey Rogers is a petite but well-endowed junior architect just beginning to make a name for herself at her firm who finds herself teamed up with the organization’s superstar, Jack Dalton. Though she’s delighted to have this chance to learn from the best, Jack questions why he’s been teamed up with this newbie, when he’s accustomed to working solo. Is he slipping? Is that the reason why he hasn’t made partner yet? Their different styles immediately threaten their continued work relationship; she believes in research and data, he lives by his wits and charm, drawing out and channeling the client’s desires in his designs.
As delighted as I am with this piece of news, I’ve had a terrific weekend as well. Saturday, purely by luck, I came across the Iowa-Michigan basketball game on ESPN. I love my Hawkeyes, although I don’t always get to see their games, so I decided to keep this on while I worked on my manuscript. I’d heard they were having a good season, but I wasn’t prepared for this game. Maybe you like the nailbiters. I do, too, when my team prevails in the end. But I also likes me some runaways, where my team demonstrates its strength and talent. I got my fill with this game. Ahead by 27 points at one time, they finished up by 18. What fun.
Today was the topper. Out of the blue, I received a call from my son telling me he had news, I had a new grandchild. My granddaughter, Lauren Kristine, had decided to arrive early, twelve days early, in fact. This is my seventh grandchild, but each one is as special as the others. And it’s been almost seventeen years since a girl joined the family. Wasn’t it a lucky break for me that I already had plans with friends to hit the mall this afternoon? Two children’s clothing stores certainly benefited. And she arrived on the 50th anniversary of the Beatles’ appearance on the Ed Sullivan Show. Maybe we’ve got a little rocker in our midst?
Even if you’ve been struggling with snow and ice and sleet and cold temps or drought, I hope the good times are rolling in for you as well. And congratulations to The Wild Rose Press for being named Publisher of the Year for the sixth year in a row by Preditors and Editors.