Thanks to Netflix, I am able to watch things I never could before. Including the role that first brought Clive Owen to the public’s attention, Chancer. It’s about a skirting-the-law kind of shyster guy (Owen) who does vaguely rakish nefarious things. Anyway, all the reviews I read (save one) said it wasn’t even good if you were a huge CO fan. And they were right!

He’s charming, and all, but that is about it. I didn’t waste my time. There were MI-5 episodes calling my name.

In other news, I finished the first draft of the super-sexy novella yesterday. Today the Son and I are home sick, me more than him, feh on that.

Because the Delightful Phone Friend (aka Myretta Robens) said she missed Clive.

Tomorrow, the Spouse the Nine Year-Old and I will be headed to the Jersey Shore for a week. Posting here will be sporadic, at best. So–to keep you occupied while I am away, how’s about you let me know what you’d like to talk about here? Or not talk about (yes, I know I am obsessive about Clive. I can cut down, honestly I can! No. I can’t. I am too far gone).

In writing news, my agent sent out That Subtle Knot and expects to get feedback in a couple of weeks, give or take a few nail-biting hours. I am more than halfway done with the super-sexy novella, and On Bold Adventure (aka Richard Sharpe Settles Down, At Last)is burning a hole in my brain, so that will be September’s project.

I have no Life News, except to report that my mom–The Queen of Flakes–actually remembered to call me on my birthday, although she did not remember precisely how old I was.  One step at a time, right?

Yay! It’s my BIRTHDAY!

WARN me next time, willya? I just had to scrape my jaw off the floor.

My heart just skipped a beat:

And, in related news, last week the Accommodating Spouse and I were out for beers (many of ‘em) with his friends, one of whom stops by here every so often. Apparently, the friend is quite concerned what would happen if I met Clive Owen, and Clive wanted to, you know, me.
Barring the ludicrousosity of that, the A.S. said how could he stand in my way? And he hoped I would be as understanding if Scarlett or Rachel or Isabella made the same offer.

I would if he would, but only if I get to go first.

So wiped out.

I saw crocuses (is that crocii?) in some yards walking over to my house today, does that mean Spring is coming? I cannot wait!

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I’m over at the Riskies today, talking word of mouth and good books and stuff.